Eyes Don’t Lie

Verse 1:
Fly kicks like Pelé
Live from NY but can’t do the Pelle
Next stop check the god Reggnoc out in LA
Bringing the Funk Mode “In the World” like Akinyele
You know the protocol, know enough to know I don’t know it all
While you drop the ball like a bowling ball
I black out on track no Rachel Dolezal, uh
Now hold the applause, only lords I endorse
Went from war lords to the source of the cause, uh
Write a rhyme that make you feel alive
Technicolor vibe that make you feel the sky
What a guy, come on slide, take a ride
Verbal get you high, make you wanna cry
Gold raps olympian while you renny and stimpy’in
I’m chiefing on the set with all my indians
Like them ill cats with two first names
Larry David, John Oliver, Bruce Wayne
Pay up in crisp bills y’all keep the loose change

Verse 2
Briefcase handcuffed to the wrist
Chop the tips of the cigar like we gathered at a Bris
With plenty of scholars who turn pennies to dollars
Guzzlin the henny coladas
Got executive chef sending me bottles
All cuz I resemble Telly Savalas
Bald headed adonis ready for violence
Called by the Gods to service the connoisseurs
Took the trickiest route
Sons of Ricki and Ralph
Blowing on the stickiest loud
Got'em guessing tryna figure me out
I95 feeling like infinity south
Look me dead in my eyes are we in or we out?
Give my life to disprove my enemies doubt
Fly JFK swerve the Kennedy's route
Y’all keep the cosigns and the gimmicky shouts
Cuz we bounced... from the intro to sequel
It's no equal, I'm Steve Biko
Clink the Clicquot, this the cheat code
Wool peacoat, the kid dipped like pico
The debonair dip out to Deleware
For the week to take Li, AJ and Ella there
Fly footwork might call me Fred Astaire
I cook work yeah its fine to let'em stare...
Now we hang with VCs in the valley
Long way from duckin DTs in the alley
Mono En Stereo toss the alley....
Now kick back with the slick back Pat Reilly