| The eyes have it, once again it’s your people
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| Yeah — life is goin by fast, I try to grab it
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| Can I get an eye? |
| (EYE!) The eyes have it
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| The eyes have it, once again it’s your people
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| I heard the meek shall inherit the earth
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| I heard those that don’t speak up inherit the worst
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| I heard the rich get the treasures and the right to write history
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| I heard the poor get buried in dirt
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| I tell people play to win so they’re scared of my verse
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| People scared of their power, people scared of their worth
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| People scared of success, people barely alert
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| People scared to get hurt, or embarassed to work
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| I been a… security guard at Guitar Center
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| A food service worker and a telemarketer
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| Dreamin 'bout goin to Otis-Parsons or
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| Maybe CalArts or even the Arts Center
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| But music was my passion, part of my callin to
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| Hustle year 'round, spring summer fall winter
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| Will stop for nothin, you shouldn’t start with us
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| For the people, by the Dilated Peoples, hard hitters
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| Life is goin by fast, I try to grab it
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| Can I get an eye? |
| (The eyes have it!)
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| There are exceptions, people use their ties
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| Without the eyes, only way to win is lies
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| And some keep you under false pretense
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| And any half-truths fall under this roof
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| You gotta watch for these types (watch) they be plottin
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| Subliminally waitin for you to get gotten
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| From Lost Angels to the rotten Apple (L.A.)
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| Some get lost or caught by the shrapnel (N.Y.)
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| Shoot your mouth off, cause richochets, watch for that
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| You never ready when the city fired back
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| Never ready for a hard day’s night
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| And at home life ain’t right so they dreamin 'bout a flight
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| A getaway to divert the day’s traffic
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| But life is right here goin fast you better grab it
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| The eyes have it, once again it’s your people
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| Y’all know my get down, my day to day
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| You can’t spell Dilate without L.A. (all day)
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| Majority rules, some are outnumbered
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| It’s a jungle out there, sometimes it makes me wonder
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| Why there’s so many rats chasin the cheese
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| Cats facin disease, cats facin police
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| People bendin the rules, just playin to eat
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| Kinda like connect the dots every day on the street |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Eyes Have It , by - Dilated Peoples. Song from the album 20/20, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп