[Chorus:]
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I am the eye in the sky looking at you I can read your mind
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I am the maker of rules dealing with fools, I can cheat you blind
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[Verse 1: Immortal Technique]
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Yeah, my truth is the Ark of the Covenant buried in Ethiopia
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Watch when you fuckin' with a Minneapolis Somalian
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When I go home the world I used to know is gone and I will live on my own
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For what shall it profit a rapper with creative control to sign a deal with the devil and lose his soul?
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My still born first expression is cold
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Like the faces of slave masters on the paper I fold
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Subliminal racial supremacy chokin' me quick like the bedtime stories of Joseph Smith
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Lynch mob gunnin' for me trynna murder my seeds
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Shorty put him in the Nile in a basket of reeds
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And now I stare in to the future with a spiritual flashlight wondering who the fuck was me in a past-life
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Bad diet, fuck raw, die young, fast life, same as a crash flight that took off when the music died on your last night
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Tell em' the truth and they call you a traitor
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Talk to em' honestly and they call you a hater
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Losin' my composure cause the message is urgent
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Talkin' reckless drunk on the mic like Larry Merchant
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Cursin' at the serpents, Sumerian demons
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Who brush their wings against the air that I'm breathing
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A heathen with nothin' left to believe in even a reason from livin' that was forgiven by God and not religion
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Envision Jesus risen from the dead like Horus in the Baptist church shakin' off the rigor mortis
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The borders should be illegal instead of the people that were here before the bible and all of its sequels
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I speak to the detached and unrealistic that were born normal but turned socially autistic
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We resisted Homeland Security's mission because I know what they really envision...
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[Chorus x2]
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I am the eye in the sky looking at you, I can read your mind
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I am the maker of rules dealing with fools, I can cheat you blind
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Eyes In The Sky
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Immortal Technique |