My destination, my mission, my intuition So close I feel it changing me False affection took the best of me Deep inside, the absent mind Denial and hypocrisy All the same To do this we part our ways Suddenly I know, I have to let it go All that's been

A sound witness system tweaking in your ear A sound witness system tweaking in your tweaking in your ear She didn't pay admission Snuck in at intermission She showed up with a vision on a motherfucking mission Already high and sweaty like she been up in

Cut the curtains the actors have gone home The intermission is a mission on it's own So dry your rain checks you can't put time on them There is no doubt you throw your in box out The intermission's a mission on it's own Grab your suitcase we don't have

Welcome to the house of pain, Just Blaze niggaz Theres no we, it seems I can't get free Sombody tell me what's happenin to me The country bud got me chokin I'm on a mission to the point motherfuckers think I'm smokin Yea that sick nigga Biggie wit the

J'suis dans le tier-quar, je n'souris pas, à part quand un vrai frérot sort de taule Plus de clients, plus de liasses, même sous commission, on ne fait pas d'pauses Ma chérie voudrait que j'lui offre une rose, rose Mais tout c'que j'ai à donner, c'est

Such a cold blooded love No one knows I'm afraid of your touch But I love it too much You had me on your list The target of your mission All these times you would be missing me Is really guilt admission, baby The game we're playing is addictive

I'm on a roll No self control I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine Don't know what I want That's all that I've got And I'm picking scabs off my face I'm on a mission I made my decision To lead a path of self destruction

One flesh one bone One true religion One voice one hope One real decision One man, one goal One mission One heart, one soul

How could I ever stop? My position is missionary, I finish on top And while you're relaxin', I take action Guinness world record, I beat it, Michael Jackson Never stop, I workaholic Like spit sweat splatter Jackson Pollock But I'm not an artist, I just

No they can't take that away from me There are many, many crazy things That will keep me loving you And with your permission May I list a few The way you wear your hat The way you sip your tea The memory of all that The way your smile just beams