Artist: Bolo Gah f/ Begga Ooh, Jim Kelly Album: Bolo's Kitchen: Blood, Sweat & Years Song: Open Eyes Typed by: pneumatic [Intro: Jim Kelly] You know everywhere I go, You know It's like people ask that same question What's that, Why is he that way How does he do those things he do You know that question why, Word you know sometimes it how the street make a brother, You know It's real God, They keep those questions just come'n Youknowhatimsayin, It's real, It gotta be that way here we go And you don't stop, Up town, And you don't quit South Side, Keeping that real shit Lets say peace to the Gods help the real hit [Jim Kelly] My nerves got the feeling that my heart don't bleed no more Open arms catching dreams of life for the living Realism, My religion where the howlin winds speak Tickle ear lobes of hoes and stay thug on the street From the glass riddled side walks to roofs that collapse To the elevated plains that you read on the maps I see the look on they face, Did you see him, You see that Spit transparent words from a state that's pitch black Why that, Different stages had keys to the cages Unlock the hind sight, Extended moons, It never ages Slide amazing placement, No containment, The truth Pass it on and give it out like dimes that's loose You get to squeeze then toss away, Like a rapper with juice My fel-ware aint deuce, You should call the shit truce But right back, They start slingin tall cat like Dr. Seuss Make'n peoples palms sweat, The song hot and don't juice [Chorus 2X: Unknown Singer, ad-libs by Begga Ooh] Can you hear me, Open your ears up and listen I'll tell you something, Keeping the tradition My eyes are open, I see what I see I do what I do, I'm gonna stay me [Jim Kelly] See Austin was powerful, Truth was unstoppable Unlawful, Your Limitations limit is me Loud and indignant, Multi-digit is me Placing judgment on judges cause the culture is free Understand it like contacts, The blind now see man Allah don't perish, No R.I.P Many stars I see, Like I walk the red carpet They don't shine like me son, A whole different department Wearin bullet proof shades, Bendin texture of light All the things I wanna say fade from day into night Like a hero again, The cardiac Subzero get dinero like Di Nero Plus the lyrics tear more so hear more I'm getting sucked like she couldn't care more While she throughing all the dough on the floor, Ready to share more Fuck the people with the bubble gun lifes, They pretty boys Night life is how I take flight to new heights Nearly Noid, Nah, Not since an itch on my palm But destiny to surpass the illest shit that you saw [Chorus]