Ceaser - Eye of Horus lyrics

[Verse 1: Ceaser] Raised by desire, to make tracks fire Tell whoever told you i ain't live hard that he liar My brother facing ten in then pen, and deportation Lets face it, we saw it coming when he lit that facie Couples tracks in im tempted to throw this towel in Fat lady howling only been an hour in Yea... yea n***a i ain't cowerin' Being realistic can't compete with what these bowels spit These bowels spit, that coward sh** That stuff about b**hes and they money clips Never raised around that, i grew up cartoons and cereal My bars will burn your a** like its venereal Imperial child... grew up such a misfit I misfit, real different from these other kids Grew up a little different, grew up a little differt While everyone was piffin' i just heard my gears shiftin' Crying over splinters always told to quit my b**hing I'd retire right now but i ain't guaranteed a pension Looking through dimensions of my psyche as it shifts Share the name of palaces residing on the strip (uhh) Residing on the strip (uhh) Residing on the strip (uhh) [Verse 2: Ozzie $u$pect] No interjection in this complex intervention So you shouldn't second guess it when you enter the selection See this skin is my complexion, the sin is my recession When i step into the section you should stop asking questions Determined n***as with intention to serve the O-P-S lesson Talking sh**? that's what I'm guessing bust your a** just get to stepping Chucks to your dome, you know i bang the mic its just my weapon Intimidation... seeing this recreation b**h n***as on that gay sh**, today its just the same sh** b**hes on that lame sh**, my n***as lacking patience In fake rappers, save your lyrics have your brain disintegrated Can't comprehend the ink and pen, make me feel discriminated Till the top immersion, always saying we gone make it So that time will come n***as trust, OP$ and Ozzie SuS Rapping sh** is such a curse, f**ing up and spitting worse Like if i don't deserve to right to find me in a hearse Off course above the dirt at the gate of heavens feet Thank Allah for watching me, something like a giving tree Maybe this is what i need man appropriate a**umptions My bros causing destruction, fake rappers are just destructive (uhh) This real sh** that i spit man i swear i almost quit When my bros acting b**h on something I need something to be inspired by This the type of sh** you can't quit unless you fired right? Yea you see me that's that dollar sign on the rise (OP-fu*kING-MONEY SIGN) Back on my sh** but really i never left tho You can guess i changed my flow, rapping with my chest To evade and be the best in this small a** city OP$ sh** and that sh** sounding gritty [Verse 3: Rah Rah] Yeah life begins to crumble in the palm of my hands Great destruction? are you unable to function say something If it gets to quiet OP$ starts riots continue with the silence We commence the violence, bow down onto your highness Disrespect i can't put that behind us yall too blind Defined as lyrical abomination, no time wasted Two faced people mad racist tell em back outta my face, man Watch as i sip without chasers I'll erase ya fast like cheetahs im no repeater i'll say it once You're amongst vicious savages that'll induce damages Shock you, and bandages won't work, bones you got out won't work Couple cuts to your shirt, mess around get put down guaranteed Money is a main priority and indeed chicks intrigued by us I don't need that i don't care about negative feedback I do me and if they say screw face wrap em barbed Empty the can-tine, throw match throwbacks Don't fall off track the mac come out the knapsack In these streets i can't have no fear bullets ripping past ya hair Daily its so crazy, so many babies buried just for the money, ain't nothing funny Rest in peace to lost loved soles and chicks going up and down poles Future broken before the present ever met Moments you won't forget flaming any threat defeat enemies and lethal sets Feening for my sound like nicotine cigarette, cigarette, cigarette