Saafir - Slip Into My Eyes Lyrics
Saafir talking:Yeah comin' wit that heatI can't hear the beatAyyo Tone whats that man?Turn that upSaafir:Now these r the eyes of a playerTrue to the layers of the game it's plain and simpleAn instrumental in lifeDriven' to keep my mental tightRefined and chain and caged in painIts microphone season, hey!I can shock the rainI exercise my extra eyes to keep my bones breathingGhetto bred but balanced to keep from falling off the ghetto edgeI got my eyes from hustlers who made scratch from snatching lakesAnd could peep all your flavor before the after tasteThey never taste they eat.but never words in they speechAlways embrace whats deepTweaking off your paper this entices freaks its unheard ofSo in this herd of cattle I prattle prime beefI see millions politic with reef through the revolutionDry land flows, scandalous typequick to spot a snitch trapped in the pitch blackFeel the intro, peep the playalistically divine and slip into mindsChorusSaafir: Slip into my eyes (3X)Ladies Singing: Slippin' away,U got me slippin' away (3X)Saafir:And you will if your optical skill is low levelThen lay back in this cold ass world of colorblind gray catsAnd vivid pictures I see the sick getting sickerNiggaz dissin they own blood just to get richerSnail Niggaz wit the escargot rhyming style.. ugh!Real rappers coming out aint no more rhyming foulIll be hurt when I see my real folks snorted outBlowing all the work till u brokeLook now you done itTwisted in jail with divergingWith a monkey in your stomachBail way more than 800Three striking out, trynna win with the bullpen of gorillasPimps killers and Niggaz that say open your mouthand stick a tool in itFreaks that never speak and stay wettedWith the ***** rabbit ass.hoes that sell their souls for cabbageYou can ask tone like a grandfatherholding eyeglass frames I'm seriousSlip into my eyes if you feeling dis(Chorus)Saafir talking:These are the eyes of a player,True to the layers of the gameSaafir:I'm an image without an image but you can't see thatI know its hard, When you trynna get a cameo from the start junkyardTrynna fulfill your character with the self came fillNo skill.trynna get a meal ticket, But you aint wickedU aint paid the price, I'm trynna have more daysthan the first and fifteenth ***** paradiseI'm paradise is being shaken (rattling noise)Every time the president awakens in the winterconnect with my weather teamFrom Oakland to LA to Mount Verna-LiniWho I never scene, a murder sceneYellow tape reshapes my fateFaces racism my own sisters, setting me upCuz they love the taste of sums gismAncient ass 5-0-1 denim devil bluesVisions through the prism of another level foolchorus (5X)Saafir in background saying, slip into my eyes..imma hustla!(Fades)slippin awayu got me slippin away!
