[Verse 1: Son of Light]
Eternally flowing reap what I'm sowing
Minds be knowing, I got the rhymes overflowing
Steadily I lead my pen to sharp words
Create readily lyrics become deadly
I travel, throughout the world to unravel
Mcs babble my every rhyme be a Drabble
Mental scrabble, I penetrate like a tusk
In one thrust I turn your style into dust
'97 The rap scene is infected by one timers
Shit talkers, one liners
The pathfinders, visualize like saviors
And touch your bush you can't fuck with the flavor
Challenger go get your sword and swing it
I tell the ruckers how to bring it
You wanna battle with the Tee Productions kinship
We got the king shit, dual sling shit
Make your fucking bells ring shit
The mist emerging from the blame spells pain
Manifest on rappers like tumors in the brain
Metaphors unfold
See likes to behind the console Golden Eye behold

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It's that or the eye, it's that eye
Yeah that eye, yeah word look at that eagle
That eye, that eye
Look at the eye, it's like his eye

[Verse 2: Son of Light]
Grab my stick, venture through the subculture
Pray on my game like a vulture
I sculpture, rhymes be the clay
Formed by the DJ, perfected and displayed yo
We shine light on ideas like marks
After dark, we be the flame that you spark
Woods and parks, situated in the mountains
From every leaf down to every drop in the fountains
UFO universally floating overly soon to be
Seen on a radar near you
Feel you, that shit ain't even in the books
Half crook, I'll ice you with one look
Get off the hook make way for the big fish
Make like fire be extinguished
A last wish what the fuck am I a genie?
Get off my mic, your saliva is intervening
You see my eye gleaming, defy and die
Bound down to the ground Golden Eye

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[Bridge 2: Sample]
Golden Eye, Golden Eye
Golden Eye

[Verse 2: Son of Light]
Norwegian Rappers in a state of emergency
But have no fear doctor light'll do the surgery
Worldwide transmit like television
Hypnotize, bring your mind to submission
Natural one touch and we'll be growing on ya
There's no stopping the shit that we be throwing on ya
The light be glowing on ya
Let it rain I'll have the flood of sin flowin on ya
Lyrical knower, survival of the fittest
We clean rap shit and in the gutter you're the shittiest
We be the shine ones, bring the talk never mind ones
Your skill is kilograms, we're skill in tons
You bring guns, we bring supernovas and suns
Real shit bringing the funds

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