Maccabeez - Watching Me lyrics

Feat. Heart [Intro: k**ah Priest] I, Ghetto Jesus, speak to you from the Maccabee Militia Since 1776... [Chorus: k**ah Priest (Heart)] When you surfing on your Internet... (nowhere to run) Or turn on your T.V. set... (nowhere to hide) On the back of your dollar bill... (all on my own) Send your boy out to Porter's field (they just gon' watch) When you talk on your cellular phone... (eyes all around me) When you think that you all alone... (pausing me) While you sitting at your job desk... (wherever I go) Or you in front of your projects... (they are watching me) [Hell Razah] I gotta, threw on my silencer, my hoodie go over my yarmulke I'm a conquerer, they honor us saints with a harmonica We sing songs, like the Book of Psalms Seven stars in our palms, I say shalom Before I talk to my moms, with Genesis Tattooed on my arms, my skin bronzed Woolie hair, don't stare in my eyes, they firey We the Maccabee dynasty, check our diary God guiding me, even though, hell is watching me Satellite's x-raying your life, they know the flavors of rice At nighttime, hear your prayers to Christ Watching, got the key to the doors you locking Who supply all the keys and the guns, you copping Watching, every move that you make, recorded on tape This ain't Enemy of the State, they watching Got channels, with antennas, that catscan us Looking for the answers of our ancestors Airports got metal detectors So I travel in a thought, where they can't catch us... [Chorus] [k**ah Priest] Like stares of echo, when I talk, you can see white frost I be there by your side, when you turn the lights off I'm like a ghost, no post, that beast in his body Just the voice of Malcolm X, to Marcus Garvey To Ennis Cosby, watch me, when inches my eyes see them Like I'm looking through God's lens, my dark skins turn leopards My eyes roll back of my head, then I deliver the message... From the angels to an agent, to the politicians to a prophet What I write is sacred, it's like man on a stand And his life that he's faced with, the year '94, month March Day 14th, I'm somewhere in the park in Fort Greene Cops they drive past slow, look me dead in my eyes Like we both know, I'm bout to set a revolt Checking everybody through weed smoke This that hood sh**, but these n***as will start riots Talking co*ktail bombs, f** starting a fire My n***a J.R., knocked down a horse, with police still on it Smiled, said he do this for sport We laughed, time pa**ed, and I ain't see him since Seen no collector's cash, and push weed through a fence Next thing you know, his body pops up in a ditch Who did it? Know the cops, but they wouldn't admit.. why? [Chorus] [Timbo King] What the eyes see, what the ears hear, the mind believes Buck at these, I'm running through the P's Top of the watchtower, overlooking the view Now anything come through, we chew Four corner the market, mob the stool, my father's j**el f** the judicial, municipal, I slap bells off of justice face Supreme Court can't just a case, I got eyes in back of my head I see the past and the present, before and after my essence Look, first, I'm a crook, first Under surveillence, the feds wanna zoom in At my goon men, who be ruling.. yeah My Militia consist of gorillas and lions In the pits of the fire, in the middle of Zion Go to war like David, when he stoned Goliath In, front of the projects, the phones is wired Watch you, park your truck, then strip your tires I see dead people living in a jail inviting Closed caption, widescreen, R. Kel' with minors Say cheese, I'mma send his picture over seas So they can see the same disease, and the air we breath 3D vision, you see them three d's listening Carpet and son, you see me fishing, free my vision... Free my vision... [Chorus] [Outro: Hell Razah] 24 hours, we being recorded on tape Every move we make... going to get money from the banks Going to get food out the score Going to get gas... anything we f**ing do right now Is being recorded...