silence? Inside the eye of every storm Break away, break away From this situation Take away, take away All the things that hold us down. Is this what you call silence? Inside the eye
? Inside the eye of every storm Break away, break away From this situation Take away, take away All the things that hold us down. Is this what you call silence? Inside the eye
learnin' to kill That's right, I'm stretching out with my tentacles When I nourish my skills The illest with that other shit, Perverted with this Come and step inside
the lies, like wind-wind Angels are at war in the skies, open the eyes of demons And leave them hypnotized More crises on the rise inside me Live walk
and gentlemen, homie must be on heroine Victory for me, but he thought he would have the narrow win My aim is to blame, when I load it inside the barrel and Put the third eye
, I'm looking at the bright side But I view it through my other eye, cause it's a different color sky Then the last one, my mind set on the prize that
a ?bar of killers? getting wasted? If niggas plan to murder me God, i'd rather face it I ain't running from no man, damn I hate this I look death in the eye
designed to kill us They plan to do damage with psychological tools more than banana clips Something simple like making cannibalism glamorous Cult symbols hidden inside
your bitchin', hard times is all you're gettin' See the fire in my eyes, desire in my vibes Liar in disguise, never measure eye and eye On any of us,
. You versus me equals my car trunk. [CHORUS x2: FROST/ZUZ] Lissen up - Zuz, Frost P, eyes frosty, Dat Meda camp, kills MCs softly, like Lauren We buy
in my eyes I function better with the sun in my eyes I function better with the sun in my eyes Horace Andy Can't see nothing wrong Can't be nothing wrong Inside
prisons, get the wards rockin Snipe all the F.B.I. and cops clockin Philly officials, bodies droppin Offends the eighty-five, bombin Eye for an eye, we
my bar came venom in a bezzie rock Kicked from fight club, outfit from Eddie Brock I'm goin for the kill, focused on a steady plot John Wilkes the Booth
I'm looking at the bright side But I view it through my other eye, cause it's a different color sky Then the last one, my mind set on the prize that may
storm you of the sea We of the moon land of the free What have I done to deserve this? Am I happy? Happiness is a mediocre sin set for a middle class