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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #8,365
Peak in subgenre #3,748
Author
Lil Rigga
Rights
The Romanian Prophecy
Uploaded
March 22, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.2 MB • 128 kbps • 4:32
Lyrics
{Hook}
Got my hat to the side, need to lose the blind eye
Pushin the rest aside, till the day that i die/
Nobody wanna f*** with this, dont even throw a diss
Unless these homies just dont wanna exist/
{Verse 1}
Keepin ya feelins hidden, spits fall in ya Blind Eye
Just bein respectful, you can call me a kind guy/
As long this world been, aint sh** for nineteen years
Should be scared aimin high, tryin to climb with fears/
Changin lines to bars, n multiplyin ya chances
Makin moves like dances, while one eye glances/
Right into my heart, where ya can see my soul
Causin to lose control, and fall into a hole/
Got the spirit to make my rivals go boom
Just like in doom, knowledge is what i consume/
Crushin ya vocals, makin ya lose ya voice
Givin ya road blocks n leavin ya no choice/
Give up the resistin, n let ya mind keep twistin
Hip hop isnt dead, as long as im still existin/
Injectin the vemon, like my spit was from a snake
Causin ya to break, realizin this sh** was a mistake/
{Hook}
Got my hat to the side, need to lose the blind eye
Pushin the rest aside, till the day that i die/
Nobody wanna f*** with this, dont even throw a diss
Unless these homies just dont wanna exist/
{Verse 2}
Spreadin waves of disses, takin it coast to coast
Blind eye is white as bread, time to toast this ghost/
Ya bout to be dropped, knowin youve been stopped
Puttin the pressure down on ya till ya body popped/
Motha f*** a bout to get hit up by his own dose
Just usin ya as a host, n gettin ya eye to close/
Dont ever f*** with me, cause im too drunk
Homies dont wanna end up in my f*** in car trunk/
Throwin ya the pitch, so dont be a lil b***
When you cant catch, so im gonna jus gonna switch/
Im sick with a chilly flu, invadin ya philly crew
And just wonder if Blind Eye is really you/
Just sayin we are livin in a rap paradise
When the Grim Reaper will be takin ya lives/
Stayin behind the bars when i steal ya sneakers
Subs not feelin ya so theres silence in the speakers/
{Hook}
Got my hat to the side, need to lose the blind eye
Pushin the rest aside, till the day that i die/
Nobody wanna f*** with this, dont even throw a diss
Unless these homies just dont wanna exist/
{Verse 3}
Round 3 its time to end this sh** homie
I heard you cant spit, shallow when you blow me/
Seein past that blind eye, whats deep inside
To find out you lied, when you said ill die/
Spits throwin out sparks, n causin ya to flinch
Sendin shock waves makin ya body twitch/
Passin the mic to ya n just tryin to go eazy
Flowin like great winds when im too breezy/
Just keep focus dawg n see that im just better
Blindeyes needed to see but it aint a letter/
Joinin with Jack n Jill, n just fallin down the hill
Ya not makin a bill when im sellin around a mill/
Injectin the vemon, like my spit was from a snake
Causin ya to break, realizin this sh** was a mistake/
Stayin behind the bars when i steal ya sneakers
Subs not feelin ya so theres silence in the speakers/
{Hook}
Got my hat to the side, need to lose the blind eye
Pushin the rest aside, till the day that i die/
Nobody wanna f*** with this, dont even throw a diss
Unless these homies just dont wanna exist/
