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Blaky Beats - Eye for an Eye (Official Audio)

Written by Mohammed Abdallah AKA Blaky Beats Mixed and Mastered by Mohammed Abdallah AKA Blaky Beats Lyrics: [Verse] Woke up this mornin’, feel the omen in the ozone, Chrome tone monotone — kingpin on my own throne. Streets talk slick but they speech impeded, I lead with the metal — heavy metal, they led and conceded. Silk suit silhouette, sinner with a senate mind, Center line — I draw the line, cross it, you get penalized. Crown tilted, guilt quilted in designer fabrics, Thread count dead now — tailor-made for closed caskets. Product of the block, stock risin’ off survival rates, Paper trail trailblazin’, blaze trails through rival states. My circle small, but the square root lethal, Root of all evil? I just branch out — cathedral. Eye for an eye, I keep a scope on the vision, Tunnel vision — division of labor, surgical precision. They pressin’ issues, I press the issue — headline, Red line flatline, deadlines by design. Cold case demeanor, misdemeanor dreamer turned major, Major pain campaign — campaignin’ with the stainless persuader. From stairwells to farewells, every level elevated, Devil’s advocate — I bargain with fate, negotiated. I don’t bark loud, I archive threats in silence, File it under violence — island of tyrants. Marble floors, war stories carved in the granite, Take a stand — I stand alone, granite. [Hook] Woke up this mornin’ with the weight of the crown, (whisper: heavy is the head…) Dead men talk when the sun go down. (choir low: down… down…) Black suit pressed, no crease in the vow, (whisper: stitched in silence) King in the flesh — who gon’ check me now? (choir: no one… no one…) Woke up this mornin’, made a pledge to the code, (whisper: blood oath) Cross that line, get X’d out cold. (choir hum builds) Hands stay clean but the pressure still grows, (whisper: spotless) Boss of the board — every move been chose. (choir swell: chosen…) [Verse 2] Velvet revolver rhetoric, eloquent with the evidence, Presidential skeletons in my closet — I’m the residence. Lobby full of lobbyists, I politic with dominance, Common sense uncommon — cents stack to monuments. I address the pressure — tailor threads in the seams, Seamstress with the stream — I stitch together regimes. They watch how I move, but time never ticked for ‘em, I keep a face on the Rollie — they never faced the forum. Marble foyer aura, oil portraits of the hustle, Frame of mind refined — gold mine in the rubble. I levy fees heavily, heavenly when I tax, Syntax contact — contracts in the cracks. Bishop on the board, I diagonal the beef, Pray on prey — either way I bring relief. Cease and desist? I persist with the steel calm, Palm read psalms — long arm of the real don. They gamble with their life, I deal hands in fate, Checkmate the check I make — revenue generate. Cold-blood blueprint, blueprint for the cold case, Whole weight of the city on my shoulders — no brace. Whispers in the corridor, corridor of power, Every second hourglass — glass house devoured. Crown heavy but the balance never tilting, Built different — guilt written in the quilting.