O.Y.E Open Your Eyes by T-30 Lyrics
[Sample intro/hook]
Open Your Eyes
Look up to the sky
And see
I'm just a good boy
X2
Verse: 1 (Zee La Hitman)
Allow me to recite an obituary
A dearly departed instrumental by the end of this verse
Made a blessing outta this curse
My lyrics are more intimate than sex
I dig deep with these penetrative thoughts
When will the industry open its thighs to this rare talent
But fuck it
Bitter pills, peakless uphills
The industry is filled with fagots
It's nastier than Fukushima
Fear dies when you open your eyes
You realize how close the skies
Obstacles are motivation in disguise
Rediscover life like being born old
Redefine aging like reincarnations
Incarcerated cerebrals in the valley of the brainwashed
Concussions occur from you tryna out think me
Here's the towel
Bust bustards with intricacies beyond syllable bonding
Weeping aliens dropping meteors
Climaxing extraterrestrials ejaculate shooting stars
Verse: 2 (T-30)
I body beats
Like the second paragraph of a story
But what I mean
Is the beat is about to end up in a coffin
There's beauty in the beast
But outside it's pretty ugly
Because I'm promoting a killing
More than abortion posters
When they sleeping on your songs
It sound like you singing a lullaby
But I'm here to wake them up
Like a morning alarm clock
Your girls work is to give me head
That's what I call a blowjob
Because the only way I'm blowing up
Is like a ticking time bomb
I got nothing to lose
Like a skinny person on a diet
16 bars & a dream
Seems like all that I have
So I'm giving the nonliving life
Like personification
Like Germany I took the fall
For facing the Great Depression
But I'll still leave you & your niggas lying on each other
Like a pile of rugby players
Fucking with Zee La Hitman
And 30 the beast is like stepping
In a field with a two headed monster assassin
So when we leave
Rappers appear dead on arrival
That's what you call a killing of a exit
Open Your Eyes
Look up to the sky
And see
I'm just a good boy
X2
Verse: 1 (Zee La Hitman)
Allow me to recite an obituary
A dearly departed instrumental by the end of this verse
Made a blessing outta this curse
My lyrics are more intimate than sex
I dig deep with these penetrative thoughts
When will the industry open its thighs to this rare talent
But fuck it
Bitter pills, peakless uphills
The industry is filled with fagots
It's nastier than Fukushima
Fear dies when you open your eyes
You realize how close the skies
Obstacles are motivation in disguise
Rediscover life like being born old
Redefine aging like reincarnations
Incarcerated cerebrals in the valley of the brainwashed
Concussions occur from you tryna out think me
Here's the towel
Bust bustards with intricacies beyond syllable bonding
Weeping aliens dropping meteors
Climaxing extraterrestrials ejaculate shooting stars
Verse: 2 (T-30)
I body beats
Like the second paragraph of a story
But what I mean
Is the beat is about to end up in a coffin
There's beauty in the beast
But outside it's pretty ugly
Because I'm promoting a killing
More than abortion posters
When they sleeping on your songs
It sound like you singing a lullaby
But I'm here to wake them up
Like a morning alarm clock
Your girls work is to give me head
That's what I call a blowjob
Because the only way I'm blowing up
Is like a ticking time bomb
I got nothing to lose
Like a skinny person on a diet
16 bars & a dream
Seems like all that I have
So I'm giving the nonliving life
Like personification
Like Germany I took the fall
For facing the Great Depression
But I'll still leave you & your niggas lying on each other
Like a pile of rugby players
Fucking with Zee La Hitman
And 30 the beast is like stepping
In a field with a two headed monster assassin
So when we leave
Rappers appear dead on arrival
That's what you call a killing of a exit