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my vision 20 / 20 / 20
nuff asaid, I can end it right now
but let me get my hit like pow!
freaking heads like oh shit, mouth open like wow
'06 stop pretendin' like u dont know how
god damn it, which god should we ask
can't we all get along, who we?
huh not to say we ever did, but oowey
oh how numb you gotta be to act dumb
when they take a candy away while u sucking your thumb
stuck in a lump of mediocre runners, nope not in my camp
gunners style, league hustle the champ
ooh its getting closer to crunch and faces acting reptile
cold blooded versus warm blooded in erectile
position submission, u wishing u were rather fishing
but the kitchen full of hungry kittens itching for the ditching
get your paper straight before the last leg taper
blast off this planet code hyper

lift the fog up
see thru the mock up
real hook up
false flags pick up
fly touch up
can't stop us
dirty coppers
and penny droppers
get ya propers
time to step up!

lift the fog up
press down push up
keep ya chin up
now put ya hands up
a la stick up
dem can't stop us
fad hoppers
and eavesdroppers
get ya propers
who gon' step up?!

heart bindu, cobalt blue
circulating all-city like a sold out brew
already been thru rite of passage, paid dues
collected notes hand to hand like a toll booth
now I'm speedy gon' on etc
etceteras stay behind like I feed these kids!
it's the saga of a leader but I heed the right message
so I be the one that beat the clock to the punch and
hit the hole, score the golden goal and go to luncheon
sound ascension, it's essential for the soul
I thought u knew, a plate of instrumental
on top of which I spill my beans like a lentil
super fragile broken hearted mended with a stencil
over the crack with a fat cap, wassup?
blow whistle, danger than a DU missile
we won't let the flame fizzle
like locking lips under the mistletoe bet ya spine sizzle

lift the fog up
see thru the mock up
real hook up
false flags pick up
fly touch up
can't stop us
dirty coppers
and penny droppers
get ya propers
time to step up!

lift the fog up
press down push up
keep ya chin up
now put ya hands up
a la stick up
dem can't stop us
fad hoppers
and eavesdroppers
get ya propers
who gon' step up?!

so I talk weird, my flow's awkward, it's artwork!
give it a mild chance, me spice is addictive
nice wit a hint of vindictive
attested by the audience, so receptive
germ killer antiseptic so effective on immediate release
so free media dependency and u'll be able to see
third eye sight, six, seven, eighth degree
my vision 20 / 20 / 20
nuff said, I'ma end it right now

When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part
You roll outta bed and down on your knees
And for the moment you can hardly breathe
Wondering was she really here?
Is she standing in my room?
No she's not,

When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The giving up is the hardest part
She takes you in with your crying eyes
Wondering could you stay my love?
Will you wake up by my side?

Have you ever loved someone so much, you'd give an arm for?
Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for?
When they know they're your heart
And you know you are their armor
And you will destroy anyone who would try to harm 'her
But what happens when karma, turns right around and bites you?
And everything you stand for, turns on you, despite you?
What happens when you become the main source of her pain?

Rip my heart from my chest and look there is a trash can , this could be the "best day" ever!

I promise you this you will never be hurt by me again if you feel the way to go and leav me . And you'll never see my face again