Eyesight

[Verse 1: Verbz] Fresh up out the gate like I’m sprintin’ to the finish Never hesitate. Wait, nah, I ain’t a quitter Acquit a track killer makin’ moves like Dilla Out the M.I…and I…get live Godzilla: knockin’ down the pillars That support you. Mother fuckers ain’t realer Then a riddler. I riddle you this….. How Verbz so deep he reside in Abyss? Refreshin’ the game like I’m spittin’ a mist Bread a Mind-Freak like his name was Chris Angel. Heaven sent Flow is this Take a shot all you want, guaranteed to miss, Bitch! I’m on that magic shit Makin’ fake rappers vanishin’ Skywalker, Anakin Chris Paul of the game: straight handlin’ [Verse 2: Eagle] Tempted to tear this beat a new one Sound a the pound, I hear ya crew run Never did he say he the real or true one When it’s story time, they feelin’ you son Real producers with appeal can do some Damage. I’m planning to peel the booth up After I’m done putting my heel and boot cuff Right through the side and the scene is gruesome Type to start a line wit no kind Of substance. Must a slipped your mind Fucks wit bustas: Nicks and dimes Something encrusted wit shit like diamonds No, it don’t matter how I picked up rhymin’ That’s past like rotay and I’m fine with it Strong like Everclear drink wit a lime in it Whip and the swisher both got a dime in it