Eye In The Sky

Eye in the Sky

Graveyard shift, third fuckin’ night in a row.

Coffee cold, monitors hot. Sierra on the channel — “you got eyes?”

I got all of ’em, bitch.

Sixteen screens and I’m God of the goddamn grid,

watch you slip, watch you steal, watch you kiss where you hid.

System hummin’ in my ear like a loaded nine,

every pixel a witness, every fuckin’ frame is mine.

Ten to six, I’m the ghost in the frame,

you a king on the floor throwin’ chips like it’s rain —

I clocked yo’ ass, wrote your name down in pain.

Camera four got the hand, camera nine got the door,

radio crack — “Copy that, motherfucker ain’t slidin’ no more.”

Eye in the sky, shadow on the glass,

see every dollar move, every lie, every ass.

Don’t blink, don’t breathe, don’t think you slick past —

the tape don’t lie and the tape gon’ last.

Eye in the sky, muthafucka, eye in the sky.

Sierra on the line, tellin’ me who to eye.

Zoom, pan, click — say goodbye.

Ain’t no God up here but there’s damn sure an I.

Sierra hit the headset, voice low and mean,

“Table twelve, that tall bitch — somethin’ ain’t clean.”

I been trackin’ his lean, palmed a black chip smooth,

three angles deep, dawg, you dead as fuck to prove.

I ain’t a cop, ain’t a snitch, ain’t a saint —

I’m the reason your alibi crackin’ like paint.

Dealer palmin’ the shoe, fool jimmyin’ a coupe,

I see you, I see you, I see you, bitch, I see you.

Sierra laughin’ low, “damn, what the fuck don’t you?”

They think the hustle down there on the floor —

nah, it’s fluorescent-lit, third-shift fuckin’ war.

Rotate nights till my body forget the sun,

differential pay for the damage already done.

You wanna play games with the man in the booth?

I’ll bury your bitch ass in a spreadsheet of truth.

Every con, every kiss, every cheat, every lie,

tucked in my drive till the motherfuckin’ day I die.

Shift change in ten. Sierra clockin’ out,

leavin’ me the keys to the goddamn kingdom.

Hit the lights, kid. I got it from here.

Eye. In. The. Sky.