Triple Optics Lyrics - The Platform - Dilated Peoples

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 tissues 

Organs, organ systems, organism 

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 and ran from ?? 

A tripl optomotrist mental megalolopolis 

We never fall tho, turntables might wobble, Babu 

Drop 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 use therm-optics 

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 buil(d) for a while 

The colorful bomber creates a devastate 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)