All My Eyes (feat. Dopesmoothies)

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Wally B.

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These games I ain't playing
I get to spraying these metaphors
I'm out in the open like Devaen Geroge
But I got the rock so get off the boards
If I struck a chord, You better get in tune
Dissonance wit me will end in doom
I got the widest range in the room
On my lone wolf, I got no platoon, no crew of goons 
And when it comes to the harmonics, they can't beat my sonics
After rappin I may go and join a philharmonic, 
I won't ever have to hear nobody diss my sonnets
That's just how a nigga think when he know he got it
So get hip
We stunting with our skills over throwing money
I'd rather be revered, than remembered for being funny
No Gumby, stand real tall like a Plumlee

While I'm looking through all my eyes 
Is there anything past the sky
The game so cold, that shit getting old 
Can't help but wonder why

These dumb niggas get all the rise
And the talented get tossed aside
I already know the answer 
But I can't help but wonder why
Can't help but wonder why
Can't help but wonder why

I was slow off the line like an old Corolla
Now I'm burning up the track like a Shelby Cobra
I got my own lane, I think I mentioned that tho
I'm out a quarter mile while y'all doin donuts
I front my operation that's an added bonus
I'm a natural baby, so it must be my onus
I make my own shit, and I own it, forgive the slowness
I earned the right, cuz I'm sub zero cold bitch
Old school fusion, iPhone notepad
No confusion, Wally got moves and
Grooves for masses, from behind the glasses
All that be left in the booth is some ashes
Niggas be bragging on
Spending they rations on all high fashion
I show my skills thru motherfucking action
I will out outperform anybody looking for a match

While I'm looking through all my eyes
Is there anything past the sky
The game so cold, that shit getting old
Can't help but wonder why

What's past the sky
I might fly up to see it myself
I know pastors lie
I can't lie I believed it myself
The problem is you don't see the God in me
It get hard for you, it get hard for me
But you see how you wanna
I see how It's gonna be
This piece ain't no loaner
This straight out the MoMA
How you woke in a coma?
I done broke all the corners
That's how I took a square and made it circle back
Running with a worthless pack
I was riding in the back
Shining diamonds on my Mac
Climbing trying to see the max
And never leave nobody grieving and flat
Unless they come to seize the heathens back
Then I gotta rata-tat-tat-tat
Some punk that I roughed up way back
When they ask what you doin in the sky
Make sure you say that

They can't take my pride cuz my intellect is stronger
No longer restricted by shackles and collars
They breed us to think we can't end up as scholars
And at the same time kick them rhymes for some dollars

This is fodder for thought, so take it or dip
I wear many hats, won't let no one forget
My resume long and my skill is legit, and I
Ain't even get to the music shit yet

All I'm looking to do is dance wit ya ear drums
Kick out some bass in your Chevy or your phantom
Damn son, I found this groove in my hands
Wally B metahuman level groove craftsman

Long hair like samson, I'm educated and some
I decimate the vision that they crafted of a black man
Never let another nigga tell me how to act man

While I'm looking through all my eyes
Is there anything past the sky
The game so cold, that shit getting old
Can't help but wonder why
These dumb niggas get all the rise
And the talented get tossed aside
I already know the answer but I can't
Help but wonder why

Can't help but wonder why
Can't help but wonder why

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