Tommy Tee - Golden Eye lyrics

[Verse 1: Son of Light] Eternally flowing reap what I'm sowing Minds be knowing, I got the rhymes overflowing Steadily I lead my pen to sharp words Create readily lyrics become deadly I travel, throughout the world to unravel Mcs babble my every rhyme be a Drabble Mental scrabble, I penetrate like a tusk In one thrust I turn your style into dust '97 The rap scene is infected by one timers sh** talkers, one liners The pathfinders, visualize like saviors And touch your bush you can't f** with the flavor Challenger go get your sword and swing it I tell the ruckers how to bring it You wanna battle with the Tee Productions kinship We got the king sh**, dual sling sh** Make your f**ing bells ring sh** The mist emerging from the blame spells pain Manifest on rappers like tumors in the brain Metaphors unfold See likes to behind the console Golden Eye behold [Bridge: Sampple] It's that or the eye, it's that eye Yeah that eye, yeah word look at that eagle That eye, that eye Look at the eye, it's like his eye [Verse 2: Son of Light] Grab my stick, venture through the subculture Pray on my game like a vulture I sculpture, rhymes be the clay Formed by the DJ, perfected and displayed yo We shine light on ideas like marks After dark, we be the flame that you spark Woods and parks, situated in the mountains From every leaf down to every drop in the fountains UFO universally floating overly soon to be Seen on a radar near you Feel you, that sh** ain't even in the books Half crook, I'll ice you with one look Get off the hook make way for the big fish Make like fire be extinguished A last wish what the f** am I a genie? Get off my mic, your saliva is intervening You see my eye gleaming, defy and die Bound down to the ground Golden Eye [Bridge: Sample] [Bridge 2: Sample] Golden Eye, Golden Eye Golden Eye [Verse 2: Son of Light] Norwegian Rappers in a state of emergency But have no fear doctor light'll do the surgery Worldwide transmit like television Hypnotize, bring your mind to submission Natural one touch and we'll be growing on ya There's no stopping the sh** that we be throwing on ya The light be glowing on ya Let it rain I'll have the flood of sin flowin on ya Lyrical knower, survival of the fittest We clean rap sh** and in the gutter you're the sh**tiest We be the shine ones, bring the talk never mind ones Your sk** is kilograms, we're sk** in tons You bring guns, we bring supernovas and suns Real sh** bringing the funds [Bridge: Sample] (x3)