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Triple Optics

This song is by Dilated Peoples and appears on the album The Platform (2000).

Put out one of my eyes and I still got two
Put out the second one and I can still see you

I affect your chemistry and macro molecules
Cells, and groups of cells called tissue
Organs, organ systems, organisms
Population, communities, eco-systems
Forks in the road in the valley of decision
Prophets and Charlatans both speak visions
So this descendant of African survivors
So-called Indian tribes and the Korean war child
Birth name rocka peeps named me Iristyle
Or Iriscience possesor of the secret file
A student on these L.A. blocks
Ever since I first saw the train in ???
A tripl optomotrist mental megalolopolis
We never fall tho, turntables might wobble, Babu
Drob the obelisk on this, guaranteed hot shit triple optics

Put out one of my eyes and I still got two
Put out the second one and I can still see you, triple optics (x2)

I say make moves, or watch your paper trail
And right before the... absorb the vapor trail
On my mark engage in sub-conscious
Better than the many successful club launches
You blast, I blast, and then what?
Ends in automatics if we don't blast fast enough
For use of ferrians tearin up various areas
I rock slow but crack them sound barriers
Its IriStealth, the intelligence played
Invisible to radar, from the clouds I make it rain
Swoop down survey if they Chase like Charlie
Back up, I syncranise three eyes like Bob Marley
And see triple optic, tho you used to mock this
To camouflauge yourself with elements and objects
I rock projects y'all the township youth
I make the people listen, boogie down, and move

Put out one of my eyes and I still got two
Put out the second one and I can still see you, triple optics (x2)

Well, I study stock pile, and bill for a while
The colorful borrow creates a devistate style
We redefine the state of the art as we go
And bust ends egos and super egos
I grab you with my talons and fly you to the mountains
Where you can meditate on it a harmony imbalance
In audio, video, spiritual wars
I move like the spook who sat by the door

Put out one of my eyes and I still got two
Put out the second one and I can still see you, triple optics (x2)