Eyes of the Lord

[Chorus]

Yo, in the eyes of the lord

Ain't no fraud

I've swung my sword

Chopped the mic chord

Because I'm the mic lord

You are the mic fraud

I'm on the aeroplane, doing real mic tours

[Verse 1]

Just for the record, I'm back with a better CD for your ears

Back with a better CD for your peers

You ain't done a better CD in years

Why? Because your work rate's low

Me, you can call me the work rate pro

Because I work all day til the cows come home

You've been resting since cows left home

Just for the record, I'm better than your best MC by miles

Check my bars, they fit together like tiles

Hurricane kicks way better than Guile's

I'm a decade ahead, check out the miles

You're a decade behind, that's a lot of miles

Some call me wile, some call me wild

Some people live their life with smiles

Opposite, might be a hard phase

Fronting, looking for my heart place

Might've had a harsh taste of living the life in the harsh place

The way you're living now, you wanted to be the last place

I understand clearly, almost lost it nearly

Everybody goes through heartache

I'm full time, can't do it halfway

Wanna do a full one, yet you do it half day

If you wanna see talent, come around our way

Got spitters on the corner, spitting

They do it for the love life, me and my past days

Them days that you press on better days

You rest and you ain't even better than your last days

Fix up, because I'm looking at my last pay cheque

And right now I'm approaching star gate

Check me out because I'm who the stars rate

The level I'm spitting's too high for ya

No bligh for ya, I wanna cry for ya

Sound low, wanna turn up the mic for ya

You wanna swing, I'll put an end to your hype for ya

It's not "stop that, start that", ever you doubt me

Never, because I'm not a breader on the mic for ya

Pick up the mic, and I spray what I write

For the crowd that I'm hyping up

You better lighten up

Your level of spitting is too low for me

Go away, you wanna bring a shit flow to me

You're not road to me

Can't see 'em on the same stage

Because you don't do the same shows as me

To match your level of spitting is old to me

See through you, can't act cold to me

I'm like [?], I can do it overly

The beats I make are like gold to me

[Chorus]

In the eyes of the lord

I ain't no fraud

I've swung my sword

Chopped the mic chord

Because I'm the mic lord

You are the mic fraud

I'm on the aeroplane, doing real mic tours

In the eyes of the lord

Ain't no fraud

I've swung my sword

Chopped the mic chord

Because I'm the mic lord

You are the mic fraud

I'm on the aeroplane, doing real mic tours

[Verse 2]

I got beats in my computer

And when they land road, everybody's gonna lose their mind

Promoters wanna do a club night just for the ravers

Think quick, losing mind

Cah when it's choosing time

Got two bookings at night, moving nine

You can never say I'm not moving grime

See me in 09, it's moving time

Step out the car, brand new jacket

Brand new [?] jeans, blue Hackett

It's life, living the dream if you stack it

In the booth, main [?] double-track it

When I'm in the studio, I bring a beat to life

When you're in the studio, you bring a heat and knife

And it's equal rights

So I ain't bothered if you do it, because I'm equal, right

Flying like an eagle high

They should put me in a sequel of Eagle Eye

I've got my vehicles right

Couldn't be me if you tried

Got me seeing the time

Say you're a G but you lie

And your whole crew got fried

Served up, bread deals, too sides

Keep the back when I shave two sides

One level the same on all sides

More trainers, more money

Next house, next ride

I flew above up so we can't collide

You're stuck in the ends, can't see past your ride

[Chorus]

In the eyes of the lord

Ain't no fraud

I've swung my sword

Chopped the mic chord

Because I'm the mic lord

You are the mic fraud

I'm on the aeroplane, doing real mic tours