Lyrics
Chorus:
my eye, is seein all that there is to see when i, fly high, even this track is scared of me in the, drive by, a shot to ya chest will end the scene wavin, bye bye put you to rest then end the dream
Center Sight:
spittin wit the sore tone, ya in the warzone, put 2 and 2 together ya losing that shit was 4-known
run to ya home im coming for the throne, call me sick everytime i drop a line ya runnin for the phone
Center Sight is leading his squad on such a divine path it just might lead me to god
i see ya leavin ya job, it must not, be workin out, i shut the shop ya opened im hopin to lurk about
catch you in the act its a fact, the punches impact a cat til their whole anatomys black ya whole academy's wack
im sittin on telephone poles cuz im top of the line, and im so complicated that im stoppin ya mind
im hot, hip hoppin a rhyme, me and agent orange's carnage is sick, ya whole styles tarnishing quick
cause ya brain waves to change form, be sure not to get caught up in the rain storm
stop for a second and slow it down, you know Center Sights explosive in sound
notice the rounds? ya should, ya close to the ground but you still aint holdin it down
you get blown out the water b4 you fold and ya drown
Chorus:
my eye, is seein all that there is to see when i, fly high, even this track is scared of me in the, drive by, a shot to ya chest will end the scene wavin, bye bye put you to rest then end the dream
Agent Orange:
spillin metafors like leaky faucets, agent orange is steamin the total opposite of frostbit
rippin tha track wit Center Sight, shittin on cats, commit belligerant acts when we meltin this wax
makin this song, you know that ya wrong if you think we aint killin this song
have you dancin like only the strong if you think we aint killin this song
we murder this track, lyrical hits murkin these cats, im a product of operation search and attack
open it up, you spittin rhymes chokin it up, when im on the mic motherfuckers showin me love
you gettin controlled like my name was puddle of mud
vision is blurry, master tha game doin it dirty like dozen, rhymes is hot like ovens, stop ya judgin
run up in spot we thuggin, put some shots in cousin, im not just bluffin
your head is turkey, pop the stuffin, if you think ya hot ya nothin
compared to me blazin like the sun, you grazein like a gun that missed me
ima treat this track like onyx and get shifty
agent and center layin low never blazin a pinner, our squad is champions so declare us the winner
Chorus:
my eye, is seein all that there is to see when i, fly high, even this track is scared of me in the, drive by, a shot to ya chest will end the scene wavin, bye bye put you to rest then end the dream
