Lyrics
Smoking mad Ganj, all up in my sector
ill flow methods, microphone protector
comatosted motherfuckers rolling on the scene
they comming with the dream but they got the wrong team.
Trying to get a head in this damn rap game
that'll never be the same, once they know my name
deal with pain [know what I'm sayin'] but I still got love for the flame on my joint, and all signs point to me getting high, open up my fucking third eye, tears made of visine, can't believe the shit I've seen. Here comes Dunc tryin' to snatch my bean.
Third eye's open all up in my zone,
Six eyes open if you're messing with my clone.
Fat Dime piece, so hoe's start breaking, y'all put the shake in, and I'll watch for bacon.
Living in the pan, I keep it undercover,
lurking in the shadows, stay true to my brother. Illminstral you gave me motivation, then inspiration and finally creation. PEACE!
[singing] What'cha gonna do when you're all alone, and you step into my zone, try to take my fucking throne, so grab this...microphone
