after red dot And buckshot, So bitch niggaz get the fuck out Leave suckas stuck, fuck props This where the buck stops [Chorus] [EightBall Talking] Yeah, Euphoric images
its like ya'll re-spit it (yeah) Re-admit into the system right after I did it You get it You make a livin off the way that I'm livin (true) Copy my image
: Seep will carry us After mentioned having a lesson It's the least discerning place We can die too We both should last another day Another field that
how the glock sounded to spray Running up and down the street screaming, "Fuck the Police" When you still had your mother's fucking Nipple stuck in your teeth (Fucking baby) Became a role model after
man! That's cause you whack! What?!? I ain't whack nigga, I got some raps for all ya'll Nigga my raps fresh, I'ma bust my raps first, you can bust yours after
me how the glock sounded to spray Running up and down the street screaming "Fuck the Police!" When you still had your mother's fucking Nipple stuck in your teeth (Fucking baby) Became a role model after
back And yet you wager the word of God is fact The horrors we imagine in vivid clarity Become a spectacle, your God?s atrocities A mirror image, reflection
you could see the tears in the world you left behind If only you could heal my heart just one more time Even when I close my eyes There's an image
: I'll stack these magazines in the corner After I'm done with them And I still got the same hope that I started with That you'll be in one of them My
I guess he'll call me "the old man" I guess he'll think I can lick Ev'ry other fella's father Well, I can! I bet that he turns out to be The spittin' image
to know Could have been normal And look like the rest But I in my wisdom Decided instead To create an image and this at a time When image was one word
goin' See how a silly remark can cause a lot of tears And people don't know what we're going through They think if nothing is right it can't be true They have an image
room i see ? the words and images they come back to me, back to me crystal clear in my head, but its behind the screen look after me and i will look after
long will this keep and the nightmares last Sitting in my living room, another strange feeling I think I'm hearing tiny footsteps on the ceiling Looking in my mirror, the image
I'm a monster, responsible for missing camp counsellors I'm analyzing bio-rhythms, leaving my victims with incisions My sensory sees catastrophic visions Over the image
mess without words (And) As the seasons change I'll continue to ignore The image I project - me without me The picture that I scanned is borrowed After