Forgotten Demos - Reading My Eyes (Xero Demo)
๐ต 1727 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:00 duration
๐ ID: 10353134
๐ Lyrics
The microphone molester
Machete undresser
"Stupid-dope-fresh" type shit resurrector
Top gun, miramar, best-of-the-best-er
The leave-an-MC-peace-in-rest-er
The skill tester, the flex-the-gunner
The make-funner, the adversary make runner
The make summer cold with rhymes I spit
Kick gift to lifted delinquent wit'
I be prophet, my hand, top it? Stop it
Fly like rocket when I rock it
Lock it down with this perverse verse
Every fuckin' curse, a burst of hurt
Move crowds physical fitness rhymes
Coke heads couldn't do my lines
I'm decorated like Christmas pines
My battalion rocks
MC's become silhouettes of chalk
Reading my eyes will say it in many ways
Losing my pride will save it in many days
Hit the dirt 'cause the words I spit
Will do more than just rip your shirt
I'll bitch slap your soul, contact the track control
You coming at me? You can't hack it, though
So ridiculous, watchin' my crew get sick of this
Wickedness, pitchin' this
Lyrical viciousness to crews and cliques
Made of men and mistresses
This is my life, the twilight in the fight night
And trying to see nothing but the highlights
When I write these eyes on horizons
Die for my song, cry rhymes in Krylon
Fire on, move men telekinetically
Esoterically beat-speaking with clarity
Feel my verity, heroism of heresy
And sever every MC I see with severity
Reading my eyes will say it in many ways
Losing my pride will save it in many days
Why not? What I came
Why not? What I came
Why not? What I came
Why not give me what I came to deserve?
Why not give me what I came to believe?
Why not give me what I came to deserve?
Why not give me what I came to believe?
Why?
Reading my eyes will say it in many ways
Losing my pride will save it in many days
Machete undresser
"Stupid-dope-fresh" type shit resurrector
Top gun, miramar, best-of-the-best-er
The leave-an-MC-peace-in-rest-er
The skill tester, the flex-the-gunner
The make-funner, the adversary make runner
The make summer cold with rhymes I spit
Kick gift to lifted delinquent wit'
I be prophet, my hand, top it? Stop it
Fly like rocket when I rock it
Lock it down with this perverse verse
Every fuckin' curse, a burst of hurt
Move crowds physical fitness rhymes
Coke heads couldn't do my lines
I'm decorated like Christmas pines
My battalion rocks
MC's become silhouettes of chalk
Reading my eyes will say it in many ways
Losing my pride will save it in many days
Hit the dirt 'cause the words I spit
Will do more than just rip your shirt
I'll bitch slap your soul, contact the track control
You coming at me? You can't hack it, though
So ridiculous, watchin' my crew get sick of this
Wickedness, pitchin' this
Lyrical viciousness to crews and cliques
Made of men and mistresses
This is my life, the twilight in the fight night
And trying to see nothing but the highlights
When I write these eyes on horizons
Die for my song, cry rhymes in Krylon
Fire on, move men telekinetically
Esoterically beat-speaking with clarity
Feel my verity, heroism of heresy
And sever every MC I see with severity
Reading my eyes will say it in many ways
Losing my pride will save it in many days
Why not? What I came
Why not? What I came
Why not? What I came
Why not give me what I came to deserve?
Why not give me what I came to believe?
Why not give me what I came to deserve?
Why not give me what I came to believe?
Why?
Reading my eyes will say it in many ways
Losing my pride will save it in many days
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:12.49] The microphone molester
[00:14.66] Machete undresser
[00:15.88] "Stupid-dope-fresh" type shit resurrector
[00:17.67] Top gun, miramar, best-of-the-best-er
[00:19.33] The leave-an-MC-peace-in-rest-er
[00:21.22] The skill tester, the flex-the-gunner
[00:22.77] The make-funner, the adversary make runner
[00:24.67] The make summer cold with rhymes I spit
[00:26.14] Kick gift to lifted delinquent wit'
[00:28.07] I be prophet, my hand, top it? Stop it
[00:30.41] Fly like rocket when I rock it
[00:31.77] Lock it down with this perverse verse
[00:33.49] Every fuckin' curse, a burst of hurt
[00:35.16] Move crowds physical fitness rhymes
[00:36.96] Coke heads couldn't do my lines
[00:38.04] I'm decorated like Christmas pines
[00:39.34] My battalion rocks
[00:40.50] MC's become silhouettes of chalk
[00:41.98] Reading my eyes will say it in many ways
[00:47.54] Losing my pride will save it in many days
[00:52.89] Hit the dirt 'cause the words I spit
[00:54.23] Will do more than just rip your shirt
[00:55.59] I'll bitch slap your soul, contact the track control
[00:57.71] You coming at me? You can't hack it, though
[00:59.66] So ridiculous, watchin' my crew get sick of this
[01:02.26] Wickedness, pitchin' this
[01:03.47] Lyrical viciousness to crews and cliques
[01:05.12] Made of men and mistresses
[01:06.76] This is my life, the twilight in the fight night
[01:09.03] And trying to see nothing but the highlights
[01:10.52] When I write these eyes on horizons
[01:11.84] Die for my song, cry rhymes in Krylon
[01:13.81] Fire on, move men telekinetically
[01:15.51] Esoterically beat-speaking with clarity
[01:17.72] Feel my verity, heroism of heresy
[01:19.13] And sever every MC I see with severity
[01:20.63] Reading my eyes will say it in many ways
[01:25.69] Losing my pride will save it in many days
[01:31.60]
[01:38.48] Why not? What I came
[01:45.77] Why not? What I came
[01:52.35] Why not? What I came
[01:59.50] Why not give me what I came to deserve?
[02:06.73] Why not give me what I came to believe?
[02:13.74] Why not give me what I came to deserve?
[02:20.87] Why not give me what I came to believe?
[02:25.42]
[02:32.89] Why?
[02:34.24]
[02:43.58] Reading my eyes will say it in many ways
[02:48.70] Losing my pride will save it in many days
[02:53.79]
[00:14.66] Machete undresser
[00:15.88] "Stupid-dope-fresh" type shit resurrector
[00:17.67] Top gun, miramar, best-of-the-best-er
[00:19.33] The leave-an-MC-peace-in-rest-er
[00:21.22] The skill tester, the flex-the-gunner
[00:22.77] The make-funner, the adversary make runner
[00:24.67] The make summer cold with rhymes I spit
[00:26.14] Kick gift to lifted delinquent wit'
[00:28.07] I be prophet, my hand, top it? Stop it
[00:30.41] Fly like rocket when I rock it
[00:31.77] Lock it down with this perverse verse
[00:33.49] Every fuckin' curse, a burst of hurt
[00:35.16] Move crowds physical fitness rhymes
[00:36.96] Coke heads couldn't do my lines
[00:38.04] I'm decorated like Christmas pines
[00:39.34] My battalion rocks
[00:40.50] MC's become silhouettes of chalk
[00:41.98] Reading my eyes will say it in many ways
[00:47.54] Losing my pride will save it in many days
[00:52.89] Hit the dirt 'cause the words I spit
[00:54.23] Will do more than just rip your shirt
[00:55.59] I'll bitch slap your soul, contact the track control
[00:57.71] You coming at me? You can't hack it, though
[00:59.66] So ridiculous, watchin' my crew get sick of this
[01:02.26] Wickedness, pitchin' this
[01:03.47] Lyrical viciousness to crews and cliques
[01:05.12] Made of men and mistresses
[01:06.76] This is my life, the twilight in the fight night
[01:09.03] And trying to see nothing but the highlights
[01:10.52] When I write these eyes on horizons
[01:11.84] Die for my song, cry rhymes in Krylon
[01:13.81] Fire on, move men telekinetically
[01:15.51] Esoterically beat-speaking with clarity
[01:17.72] Feel my verity, heroism of heresy
[01:19.13] And sever every MC I see with severity
[01:20.63] Reading my eyes will say it in many ways
[01:25.69] Losing my pride will save it in many days
[01:31.60]
[01:38.48] Why not? What I came
[01:45.77] Why not? What I came
[01:52.35] Why not? What I came
[01:59.50] Why not give me what I came to deserve?
[02:06.73] Why not give me what I came to believe?
[02:13.74] Why not give me what I came to deserve?
[02:20.87] Why not give me what I came to believe?
[02:25.42]
[02:32.89] Why?
[02:34.24]
[02:43.58] Reading my eyes will say it in many ways
[02:48.70] Losing my pride will save it in many days
[02:53.79]