| Song | Eagle Eye |
| Artist | Speech Debelle |
| Artist | Realism |
| Album | Freedom Of Speech |
| Can you hear what | |
| I say am I talking to myself shall | |
| I say it again | |
| People want more, lies getting old they been told before | |
| Try someone new, try something fresh re-write the rules | |
| Keep your daily mail cause daily my male friend’s lose | |
| Trying to feed their kids, their dreams get bruised | |
| Don’t know these politicians are preaching too | |
| Must be blind, as they usually do | |
| But I’m 20/20 | |
| I’m so old school | |
| I woke up lean, swagger of rasta, don’t smoke green, but | |
| I rap the track up puff puff past the pagans we have to let’s just get it done why wait for the rapture. | |
| I was dreaming | |
| I was flying this morning | |
| When I woke up | |
| I had soaked up the feeling | |
| So I’m a telling ‘em | |
| You can’t clip these wings, you can’t clip them listen | |
| Any styles that you bring | |
| I dismiss them | |
| Don’t let catch a fire these words will make granny clutch her pearls | |
| Heaven is here, | |
| I aint waiting for death | |
| I’m getting mines here on earth | |
| This revolution seems to be being played out on our | |
| T.V. screens | |
| Listen closely you can hear the president running away screaming | |
| People getting free, is a must bound to happen eventually | |
| Oppression makes anger, anger is heat | |
| Burning up inside your belly | |
| Heavy to deal with cant hold it steady let it go | |
| It’s hardly a surprise really they should know | |
| People they want justice, and it shows | |
| Is the only way to go the way it is going | |
| I was dreaming | |
| I was flying this morning | |
| When I woke up | |
| I had soaked up the feeling | |
| So I’m a telling ‘em | |
| You can’t clip these wings, you can’t clip them listen | |
| Any styles that you bring | |
| I dismiss them | |
| Realism verse |
| Can you hear what | |
| I say am I talking to myself shall | |
| I say it again | |
| People want more, lies getting old they been told before | |
| Try someone new, try something fresh rewrite the rules | |
| Keep your daily mail cause daily my male friend' s lose | |
| Trying to feed their kids, their dreams get bruised | |
| Don' t know these politicians are preaching too | |
| Must be blind, as they usually do | |
| But I' m 20 20 | |
| I' m so old school | |
| I woke up lean, swagger of rasta, don' t smoke green, but | |
| I rap the track up puff puff past the pagans we have to let' s just get it done why wait for the rapture. | |
| I was dreaming | |
| I was flying this morning | |
| When I woke up | |
| I had soaked up the feeling | |
| So I' m a telling ' em | |
| You can' t clip these wings, you can' t clip them listen | |
| Any styles that you bring | |
| I dismiss them | |
| Don' t let catch a fire these words will make granny clutch her pearls | |
| Heaven is here, | |
| I aint waiting for death | |
| I' m getting mines here on earth | |
| This revolution seems to be being played out on our | |
| T. V. screens | |
| Listen closely you can hear the president running away screaming | |
| People getting free, is a must bound to happen eventually | |
| Oppression makes anger, anger is heat | |
| Burning up inside your belly | |
| Heavy to deal with cant hold it steady let it go | |
| It' s hardly a surprise really they should know | |
| People they want justice, and it shows | |
| Is the only way to go the way it is going | |
| I was dreaming | |
| I was flying this morning | |
| When I woke up | |
| I had soaked up the feeling | |
| So I' m a telling ' em | |
| You can' t clip these wings, you can' t clip them listen | |
| Any styles that you bring | |
| I dismiss them | |
| Realism verse |