Lyrics:
It's like playing in a video game
High value target needs a bullet in his brain
Tired of the bullshit
Time he feels the pain
Time for retribution
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veins
The blood so black it hurts
remembrance is torn away
I offer cosmos in my design
Kromosome needles in your arms
The suffering of a thousand
I am a being
My life has value
Seek as I seek the secret design
My purpose is to relate with out bitterness
Or partiality from any motives
Eight D, трансфер закриває target (target, target!)
Eight D, Otis тут а де design?
(Де design?)
Eight D, досвід змінює реальність, відтепер у 8D
the piece of the shakin' you try
There's the pattern of the marketplace
See the value of what you never had
There's the pattern in the target face
See
A single thread in a tapestry
though its color brightly shines
can never see its purpose
in the pattern of the grand design
and the stone that
You know sometimes you gotta talk to mother earth and stuff
I V Y P A R K
I value your Power
I value your Awe
I value your Royalty
I value Your
Monitored by satellites
Some people are targets of destruction
It's told by design
Why can't you please believe?
In the dead of night!
In the middle
path
it's not an end, it's not a target,
it's not an aim, it's how it starts
a praxis of change
an effective project
the real fulfillment of a new
Fifty-five hundredths and sixty-five thousandths
The greater number is the alligator's preference
He looks at the place values from left to right
this delusion
It's value is not hollowed
Execute, give us pain
Distort our existence from within
Energy, hazy in the brain
This taste of gore will feed
integrity has drowned
Oppression ruled by bloodshed
Is this the feeling of a shattered existence?
Bound and gagged, no value or use
Unjust enforcers
the bullseye
Pull back on the string of life strung
Held steady to become
Aimed with at the circle of life
As the target design
Freely as a clear sharpshooter
as a dart board
Picking off the targets hardcore, I start war
I don't really mean anything I say
I don't even exist inside of my brain
I'm disconnected,
Live in the night
To wake up this morning
Weapons of thought
From the
Clouds of unknowing
Naked target on the
Beam of life
Your
shouldn't have even startin', now that boy a target
Nigga, is you retarded?
(Uh) half-a-milli' on my ride
One of my cribs like three-point-five
I'm
Design
When you're readin about all the bad news
Just remember your family values
Until you walked a mile in their shoes
Just remember your family values
Rather be dead than alive by your oppression
Rather be dead than alive by your design
Poisoned my fingers
Burned out my eyes
Cut down my throat
Human IQ rises day by day
At least that's what the self-made statistics say
Taught across generations, finally standing here
Values once worshipped
A single thread in a tapestry
though its color brightly shines
can never see its purpose
in the pattern of the grand design
and the stone that
Aversion deep in me
Culminates in insanity
Adulating my hostility
Blacken the passion of my own control
Mutual value; bound to rancor in long-terms
Value of worth
What do we own
It tells stories
Of why we drown
Scream for attention
Show them what you got
Expose yourself
Items flashing
Was it
Bitch boy got shot
Now who is boss
I am promoted opp
I don’t need holding hand
I smoke that bitchass
Now his brother on target
Now who is boss
Bitch
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