This is a song about "3rd eye vision and aliens and robots"

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

The vertex and the third eye

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Kushed up and my eye red

And it blurs up my vision, and scrambles my diction.

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Put me somewhere my 3rd eye all scared but i feel like its been open since

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Until the world opens and i don't mean third eye

One eye and i still aint half as blind

Free 2pac is all that's on a nigga's mind

With one closed and one open eye 

And i know that your supply

Eventually picked up my third eye and wrote a rhyme

Went and bought two sixty twos, at the same damn time