Eyes in the Sky
by BBMack
[Hook]
I am the eye in the sky looking at you, I can read your mind
I am the maker of rules dealing with fools, I can cheat you blind
I am the eye in the sky looking at you, I can read your mind
I am the maker of rules dealing with fools, I can cheat you blind
[Verse 1: Immortal Technique]
Yeah, my truth is the ark of the covenant buried in Ethiopia
Watch when you fuckin' with a Minneapolis Somalian
When I go home the world I use to know is gone
And I will live on my own
For what shall it prosper the rapper with creative control
To sign a deal with the devil and lose his soul
My still born first expression is cold
Like the faces of slave masters on the paper I fold
Subliminal racial supremacy chokin' me quick
Like the bedtime stories of Joseph Smith
Lynch mob gunnin' for me tryna murder my seeds
So shorty put him in the Nile, in a basket of reeds
And now I stare in to the future with a spiritual flashlight
Wondering who the fuck was me in a past-life
Bad diet, fuck raw, die young, fast life
Same as a crash flight that took off when the music died on your last night
Tell 'em the truth and they call you a traitor
Talk to 'em honestly and they call you a hater
Losin' my composure cause the message is urgent
Talkin' reckless drunk on the mic like Larry Merchant
Cursin' at the serpent Sumerian demons
Who rush their wings against the air to their breathin'
They heave in with nothin' left to believe in
Even a reason for livin' that was forgiven by God, and not not religion
Envision Jesus risen from the dead like Horus
In the baptist church shakin' off the rigor mortis
The borders should be illegal instead of the people
That were here before the Bible and all of its sequels
I speak to the detached and unrealistic
That were born normal but turned socially autistic
We resisted homeland securities mission
Cause I know what they really envisioned...
Yeah, my truth is the ark of the covenant buried in Ethiopia
Watch when you fuckin' with a Minneapolis Somalian
When I go home the world I use to know is gone
And I will live on my own
For what shall it prosper the rapper with creative control
To sign a deal with the devil and lose his soul
My still born first expression is cold
Like the faces of slave masters on the paper I fold
Subliminal racial supremacy chokin' me quick
Like the bedtime stories of Joseph Smith
Lynch mob gunnin' for me tryna murder my seeds
So shorty put him in the Nile, in a basket of reeds
And now I stare in to the future with a spiritual flashlight
Wondering who the fuck was me in a past-life
Bad diet, fuck raw, die young, fast life
Same as a crash flight that took off when the music died on your last night
Tell 'em the truth and they call you a traitor
Talk to 'em honestly and they call you a hater
Losin' my composure cause the message is urgent
Talkin' reckless drunk on the mic like Larry Merchant
Cursin' at the serpent Sumerian demons
Who rush their wings against the air to their breathin'
They heave in with nothin' left to believe in
Even a reason for livin' that was forgiven by God, and not not religion
Envision Jesus risen from the dead like Horus
In the baptist church shakin' off the rigor mortis
The borders should be illegal instead of the people
That were here before the Bible and all of its sequels
I speak to the detached and unrealistic
That were born normal but turned socially autistic
We resisted homeland securities mission
Cause I know what they really envisioned...
[Chorus x2)
I am the eye in the sky looking at you, I can read your mind
I am the maker of rules dealing with fools, I can cheat you blind
I am the maker of rules dealing with fools, I can cheat you blind
[Eye in the sky by Alan Parsons Project]