dead) (hit man) Now I came doing my thing in the underground I wear all black I'm sort of like a vampire now I don't eat or sleep and I don't like light
that Lyrical cyclops yo prince please stop Somebody call the cops, go get you some eye drops Now here's a word for the wise don't go into the light
It's time to put the top up and park it, drop it Unplug the ground, roll up the windows and lock it Walk into the pad and fall into bed As she lays
ya You niggaz deserve an oscar, playin' doctor I'ma silence you niggaz as if I was ? and ? For 2Pac ya dropped nigga who shot ya Saw this beam light,
Shoes shine in your face accurate Never seen a leather jacket with lights in the back of it Custom made by the kids who sew and makes clothes for Prince
Attached the bottom of his aircraft Takin' photographs of your lab Pointin' a 50 millimeter 500 shot Magazine full clip gat at your back, hoverin' the projects Spotlight shinin' bright on movin' targets Infrared light
wasn't that crazy Goin' over to Susan's house Goin' over to Susan's house I can't be alone tonight Down by the donut prince a 15 year old boy Lies on
the prince of song I cannot see the daytime For my head is in the night The fog is gently swaying On the moor now I hardly know the difference From the dark into
my mother said She told me fairy tales before I went to bed She spoke of happy endings then tucked me in real tight She turned my night light on and
body The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty Uhh, feel me! And God said he should send his one begotten son to lead the wild into the ways of the man Follow
may see the light Curse the filthy hypocrites Crawl into their beds at night Ooze from slimy depths below Scream into their frozen brains Behold the prince
painted glass For dignity Somebody got murdered on New Year's Eve Somebody said that dignity was the first to leave I went into the city, into the town Into
woman of shame You look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune Bird fly high by the light
gonna liberate the region! Oh Effendi, we're gonna bury your head in the sand Oh Effendi, you better get off my doggone land Hey, Prince of the moonbeams Son of the Sun, Light
Autocratic might! You don't stand for backtalk So you root it all out by your weapon's light The Atomar light! You are born into your violence And you
don't give a damn. Because when Craig's in sight We'll party all damn night. I don't turn water into wine But into cold Coors Light. I'm not my brother
turns princes into frogs - and passion-plays to monologues. Now last and least - the minstrel-takes his bow upon the stage, he's played a fool and played the prince
to me like every star agreed To meet right over our heads tonight to flex their bright The light collects in your eyes, turns and reflects Jumps into