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your eye on the sparrow

Rugged rhymsters, crooked crimesters
Dime droppers, Twenty-five-to-lifers
Backstabbers, low blowers
Illegal cocaine growers
jockin, now nobody's dissin
Written and produced by the new rap duo
Yes EPMD, now I'm known in school
I see the backstabbers, and the elderly creature
By silverfish imperetrix, whose incorrupted eye
Sees through the charms of doctors and their wives
By salamander, drake, and the power that was
or die
This is a letter from Shoestring to the F.B.I.
Backstabbers gone, so I guess you dirty cops are clean
You took a father from their family,
When they stopped in a men's store
With all of the mannequins dressed in the style
That brought tears to their immigrant eyes
Just like The Penguins,
Christopher Street
When they stopped in a men's store
With all of the mannequins dressed in the style
That brought tears to their immigrant eyes
Just like
Secluded by generalities
No eyes saw them before
Exiled and damned from birth till death
Rejected by their parents
Locked up as beasts
No clergy
their eyes
It breaks the mind and weighs on the heart
Standing before them you can see the pain in their eyes
In their eyes now we are wading through
are in their eyes
They've seen it all before and know your lies
Won't keep their bellies full
In love and war there are no rules

Children
Faces trading places as they float before my eyes,
Smiling faces frowning faces all go passing by,
Can you see the look in their eyes,
Can you see
got two ears, two eyes and just one mouth
So look and listen both over before you talk
I'm keepin all my enemies outlined in chalk...
On the blackboard,
I traveled through the eyes of the Necroscope
Into the realm where marble tombs lay open
Where Death and Decay hold their thrones
And sorrow
The path is clear
Though no eyes can see
The course laid down long before.
And so with gods and men
The sheep remain inside their pen,
Though
there before your eyes
And the heroes that you worship
They'll be riding with you, up there by their side
On the bandwagon, it's rolling into town
They dropped the bomb in '45 to end the world war
No-one had ever seen such a terrible[ sight before
The world looked on with eyes wide to see
eye

Up on the ridge, I gotta tangle with my fate
Up on the ridge, I gotta tangle with my fate
Details must be dealt with
Before the hour gets too
eye

Up on the ridge, I gotta tangle with my fate
Up on the ridge, I gotta tangle with my fate
Details must be dealt with
Before the hour gets too
They gathered in the morning twilight, ten thousand mortal men
With banners held high to the sky, and eyes that gleamed with pride
Their hail was
eye

Up on the ridge, I gotta tangle with my fate
Up on the ridge, I gotta tangle with my fate
Details must be dealt with
Before the hour gets too
before a man
When you're white boots marching in a yellow land

It's written in the ashes of the village towns we burn
It's written in the empty bed
The path is clear
Though no eyes can see
The course laid down long before.
And so with gods and men
The sheep remain inside their pen,
Though
They dropped the bomb in '45 to end the world war,
No-one had ever seen such a terrible sight before,
The world looked on with eyes wide to see
watch the storm

Their dirty faces pressed on the windows
Shattered glass before their eyes
There's a mad dog barking in a burned out subway
Where
Struck by the sight of waking dreams
At hand our time's before our eyes
Called out to look beyond what seemed
To hear the woe an angel cry
In
Stood out in the rain
Let it soak me down
Before I called you . . . I called 
You didn't see me there
Hidden by the rain
Beneath your window . .