and feelin' no pain You know I've got no need to control Livin' with the danger I'm always on the edge now With million dollar visions that I hold Livin
(A tiskit a taskit The scarecrows out his casket Turn out the lites and lock the doors Prayin that he passes) A vision of the dead and the inbread
, let me explain Eight years before the game, everything came with pain Watch the fate of my family slain would never see good times a-gayn Cursed with pain
like Pete Sampras Drinkin Jose Cuervo like some spanish bandits Make women panic when I tell 'em I'ma vanish Don't take it personal, these are eight-one-eight
in your face man with somethin to sell I'm like a chronic vision pigeon tiga spinnin in time Two 45's, 357's, and 9's My figure eight, is real is not
the middle of his summer Wouldn't have had to go if it wasn't for his new born brother He was barely eighteen, murdering people even younger And he still
glass of formaldehyde I'll preserve the day the Earth fell, to symbolize how Atlas died I've tried to rush the wormhole to deliver a eulogy But the other eight
-running stance man with a ton of damn plants Then get the money and scram with the gun in my pants (Ill Bill) Visions of pain, cut like incisions with
in the mail by the middle of his summer Wouldn't have had to go if it wasn't for his newborn brother He was barely eighteen, murdering people even younger
visions of slugs My head penetrated Them niggas murdered X-Raided Guess who retaliated You risk the game to the broad It was your decision My designated assassin got infared vision
, some say I'm gifted I write rhymes in less than twenty minutes Impressin' the critiques when I'm boss an apprentice I see the future, within extensive vision
that want me that weren't with me when I started this It's fucked up but I But I can't let these niggas blurry my vision On where I'm going and how I'
Son (Ga head man!) Shit shit shit don't blow it up, duck down (Yo let me do it man, let me do it, go head) *two shots, eighteen shots, seven shots* Yeah
about to explode with hatred They killin for pennies, knahmsayin? Peace to the Gods, we got a heavy job... yo, yo Trouble follows behind a wicked mind, 20/20 vision