in my labo I go the extra mile, my flow scaffolds Crew cuts, the older niggas, the same rumors, just the same goons When niggas catch visions of killing
many functions. If fear of the omnipotent God is no more, The nuclear Father will govern with his shepherd's crook, Drawing his flock closer to the valley
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
one two three four shamen knockin' at the door five six seven eight close your eyes for innerspace nine ten eleven destination heaven numberless reality vision
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
in her sins embraced pleasure Within a token of a moment, retless arrested but not a twirp Strip the Bonabo Disclosure, so close yet so much closer I'
down You sped Blow, Exile My cartel drop shells Burn a 100 L's You frail We raise hell You Niggaz get blazed well You get closed now Hosed down Verbal
and fuck with a mass mind The cross breeders rap, I'm a psychopath landmine The unstable, unbreakable, strike fatal The sick stick together like NATO One-eight
Eight past eleven you've got three minutes to think of something quick but good luck wishing you way out of this one shes got a vision make a decision
Dunn this song is called Sunshower Cause we approachin the final hour You know I ahh all I can say to my brothers and sisters right now Is stay close
hold me, supposedly? No one could come close to me, only, the family really know me Hip-Hop's last hope like Obi Wan Kenobi Through your tunnel vision
with my vision bro I was that kid that had his future right in front of him Now I'm bout to tell you some stories So homie listen close That said that
where you from Nigga fuck you (fuck you) I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (hustle) [Verse 3:] It's a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision
Imagine a place where every horror comes to life Where every torture is real and time stands still Eight fiery steps and we're closer to the end In a
you from Nigga fuck you (fuck you) I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (hustle) [Verse 3:] It's a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision
a place where every horror comes to life Where every torture is real and time stands still Eight fiery steps and we're closer to the end In a cold and