[Saafir talking:]

Yeah comin' wit that heat

I can't hear the beat

Ayyo Tone whats that man?

Turn that up



[Saafir:]



Now these r the eyes of a player

True to the layers of the game it's plain and simple

An instrumental in life

Driven' to keep my mental tight

Refined and chain and caged in pain

Its microphone season, hey!

I can shock the rain

I exercise my extra eyes to keep my bones breathing

Ghetto bred but balanced to keep from falling off the ghetto edge

I got my eyes from hustlers who made scratch from snatching lakes

And could peep all your flavor before the after taste

They never taste they eat.but never words in they speech

Always embrace whats deep

Tweaking off your paper this entices freaks its unheard of

So in this herd of cattle I prattle prime beef

I see millions politic with reef through the revolution

Dry land flows, scandalous type 

quick to spot a snitch trapped in the pitch black 

Feel the intro, peep the playalistically divine and slip into minds



[Chorus]

[Saafir:] Slip into my eyes [x3]

Ladies Singing: Slippin' away,U got me slippin' away [x3]



[Saafir:]



And you will if your optical skill is low level

Then lay back in this cold ass world of colorblind gray cats

And vivid pictures I see the sick getting sicker

Niggaz dissin they own blood just to get richer

Snail Niggaz wit the escargot rhyming style.. ugh!

Real rappers coming out aint no more rhyming foul

Ill be hurt when I see my real folks snorted out

Blowing all the work till u broke

Look now you done it

Twisted in jail with diverging

With a monkey in your stomach

Bail way more than 800 

Three striking out, trynna win with the bullpen of gorillas

Pimps killers and Niggaz that say open your mouth 

and stick a tool in it

Freaks that never speak and stay wetted

With the fetish rabbit ass.hoes that sell their souls for cabbage

You can ask tone like a grandfather 

holding eyeglass frames I'm serious

Slip into my eyes if you feeling dis



[Chorus]



Saafir talking: 

These are the eyes of a player,

True to the layers of the game



[Saafir:]



I'm an image without an image but you can't see that

I know its hard, When you trynna get a cameo from the start junkyard

Trynna fulfill your character with the self came fill

No skill.trynna get a meal ticket, But you aint wicked

U aint paid the price, I'm trynna have more days 

than the first and fifteenth fuck paradise

I'm paradise is being shaken (rattling noise)

Every time the president awakens in the winter 

connect with my weather team

From Oakland to LA to Mount Verna-Lini

Who I never scene, a murder scene

Yellow tape reshapes my fate

Faces racism my own sisters, setting me up

Cuz they love the taste of sums gism

Ancient ass 5-0-1 denim devil blues

Visions through the prism of another level fool



[chorus x5]

Saafir in background saying, slip into my eyes..imma hustla!  



[Fades]

slippin away

u got me slippin away!