im not limited, im not gifted, I'm committed. thats my decision. this is my mission. compliments, I dont need to be fishing. im just sitting back, realing in the competition at the local dock, ass in my chair, barefoot no socks. people in the distant looking more like sharks, i see there hunger, but they dont sea my spark. its plain to see, im in no plain tee, im relaxed in my element, sea. barfefoot, bear skin, bear? me. but mix that with a little electricity, and now we have static surrounding me. biting my tongue, chewing on thoughts, spitting it wicked, fuckin up people while smoken-em, raw. shocking em, like an eel. other comp. Non-stop! thinking they hot, like they got. I'm constantly spitting, with that spray and pray betta get that squeegy rag, to clean up my residue from ya face I'm looking like a sprinkler, the way i make it rain, yall can be wet but not like my hurricane. bitches ain't trippen, they being pushed mane! I got so much Force behind my words, its as if i was Dovakien, soul of a dragon chained within, everytime a kill an enemy, it becomes a part of me. all because they messed my mood up with a single look.. we are now forever binded by fate. and it's because it was on sight. on a glance, I fucked your world up, and I left you in a trance. I'm the grim reaper, now watch me do my dance. over ya Grave, on ya tomb stone mane. (Soft-Spoken)- and when people ask how you got there... be sure to tell em.. (Corus-) that shit was on sight! as soon as i looked em in the eyes, they didn't even see me coming, the Assassins life, thats the way I live. by the Creed, by my needs, im figting for peace for my future kids. one bullet in the clip, one hit! one take. Thats It! I take you out to far-far away, then its over with.