(Verse)

Well it's that optical polygraph that walk this path at 
a steady pace

And make a change every day but keep the same face

I stay at home even if I'm in a strange place you 
falsify notions that you can occupy the same space

So let's face it (What) I rhyme so I don't have to 
break my back makin' slave wages and build with cats 
that keep the turf wet in the dry season

When some find it pleasing to tacksqueezing they 
skillet cooking up kix and clothes on they back and as 
far as your cap

Man that peelin' shits for older man we foldin' it back 
because the O's for Origami when I got my people by me 
best believe me when you see me you don't even want to 
try me

I don't drink Dasani ‘cause I switched to Aquafina even 
though Coka Cola Says the tinted bottles cleaner

Huh, there's more to life so I guess the plots thicker 
then gettin' these points across like CNN Star Tickers

And brother's be like Yo Wyzard I want to rock wit cha 
but forgot to hit you up ‘cause I was suckin' on that 
Swisher

I'm drinkin hard liquor Wit no mixer wit my browser at 
[google Alta Vistery] searchin' for ways to get cha

Eye detector

(Refrain)

Because we see it all, but recognize what we want to 
aproblem ain't such until the circumstance confronts 
you and keep you backing up until there ain't no where 
to run to and [comic/carnic] implication builds a wall 
you can't run through

Eye detector




(Even if you know the words, do some special, careful 
listening)

(Verse)

I keep acquaintance with beings of light that share in 
my plight revolutionary types that lay patient until 
the food is right but cut it off into your life with a 
knife the size of this [rocks twice] but um

Sense ‘em as your everything but megabytes as if this, 
the width of Jupiter wouldn't suffice

In this case, I plant seeds like keys in your brain for 
you to misplace you slippin' like you skating on boards 
without the grip tape by thinkin' it could never be you 
and that's a mistake

I'm sacrificing money for truth and it shows rvery time 
I spit a rhyme in the booth 

But understand that if you in this industry and hold a 
gun because you nervous It's probably because you got 
credit and don't deserve it It's probably because you 
were wicked and self-servant It's probably because we 
could notice you're uncertain and out of nowhere you 
might find yourself hurtin' at the end of accepting 
it's time to close curtain

Eye detector

(Refrain)



Eye Detector

Eye Detector

Eye Detector

Eye Detector



(What ever I see I attack, tack)

But I can see through you

(Wow! Look at that)

But I can see through you

(Hey, we've given our ears lots of exercise and our 
eyes and our mouth and, yes, our heads too. Thanks for 
joining me)