Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Look Into My Eyes, artist - Defari.
Date of issue: 04.04.2002
Song language: English
Look Into My Eyes |
With the lights and neon |
This that real shit with Mighty Mi, and my nigga Mr. Eon |
And they came all the way to L.A. for this one |
Eastern Conference All-Stars boy |
Yeah, ha-ha, so check it out… |
I cherish good word in the scripture |
Just like the frozen moments in every picture |
No less than a hundred percent, that’s what I give-ta |
And on any quest to be the best in my center |
Scarin a regime that lasted for many years |
Wash 'em down like Crown and beers, cheers |
Here’s a toast to a new westcoast brigadere |
They hate from a distance but then smile when they near |
Really in fear — I wanna make this landmark with my trademark |
Beam my shinin light on all those who stay dark |
In the mind, searchin, seekin you’ll find |
What’s been right, in front of your face all the time |
For example; |
I grew up in a city of scandal |
I knew that nothin was iller than the drum and piano |
The commando, bada la sio de la Los Angel |
With Xzibit I told you that my +Business+ I gotta +Handle+ |
So I gamble, I rap for my mighty old camel |
With a touch of elequence like a mahogany panel |
Wood grain, every line I feed the brain food |
Pick or choose the degree’ll abuse, while the noose’ll loose |
So when you look into my eyes, you won’t see no funny guy |
Just a serious side, that can’t no money buy |
When you look into my eyes and you see my physi-cal |
You’ll see maximum dedication to the men-tal |
So when you look into my eyes, you won’t see mini-mal |
Some brothers is righteous, some crimi-nal, what is it now? |
Do we all stand up the same? |
Do we all fare equal in this life of game? |
I don’t think so, the color of the skin makes one unequal |
And what is now was once then, divided people |
No justice, when a cop prejudges |
How many cops dump Glocks when a man just budges? |
The budgets, are bigger with devils than in the ghettos |
Senior citizens blowin their checks at the Meadows |
On the three horse, a pint of Jack |
Skip a three-course meal, and wash away the pain he feel |
Imagine going to war for a country, and when ya get back |
You can’t work (what?) for none of they companies |
They try to chump me, loan sharks are feedin me money |
I’m so hungry, the American Dream, it ain’t that lovely |
«Look. |
into my eyes and…» |
«…all you see…» [--- Mr. Eon |
Cuz if I could, I’d give ten meals to every hood |
Make sure the children eat well and live good |
Make sure the mothers and the fathers got figures |
So they don’t have to smoke away the pain or drink the liquor |
I’m a brand new nigga in this matrix game |
And incase you didn’t know, revolution mean change |
So I’mma change what I can for the grown man |
Tell the world I feed my family with my own hands |
Let 'em know oh fo' sho' that nigga Herut pro |
Fuckin up ya brain, like the whitest of blow |
On the go, I gotta reach all my goals |
And word to M.O.P. |
like +Ice+ I’m straight +Cold+ nigga |