Third Eye

Obscurities in the open
Nothing now makes no sense
Oceans resemble the waves; flows quotient
Potions down the throat
No I'd rather blow potent (of some gas)
Opening doors, and closing them on easy, motions

I'm walking around with one of my eyes on my back
And I'm looking at the past, not surprised at where I'm at (where I'm at)

In a whip
On a board
In a dump
In the lab
Up front
No more shine
But I still, wear the mask

What the fuck you looking at
You don't see nobody (don't see nobody)
On the D-Low shawty
Little Negroes naughty (word)
I don't need no posse
See I'm riding independently, now
Don't come by and kill the vibe and the chemistry

I'm feeling me
You can even feel it in this energy
I'm suffering through symptoms, but
Spitting is the remedy
I'm chasing after kitty, a dream
And dead Kennedys

I know you feeling me
Its 98'
Till infinity, yea...



Credits
Writer(s): Rashiid Hollamon
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