all eyes on u? hell nah juss an optical cord/
nastradoamos is the only one seein u hit the floor/
wit a pupil i teach valuble lessons/
like whether or not there's a ghetto in heaven/
im juss here ta prove good things dun come in sevens/
he got one mic, u got one death, the only sacrifice was his sight from his left/
so left u wit a good length of nerve wrapped across ya neck//

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