(Intro: Esham)
Free yo' mind and yo' ass will follow
The Kingdom of Heaven is within
Most motherfucker's minds are hollow
That's why they're committed to sin
I'ma shoot yo' mind like I was runnin' up in the Post Office
You can't understand what I'm goin' through
Motherfuckers can't see that I'm my worst enemy
Can't dig what I dug
Check it

(Verse 1: Mastamind)
Can you dig it
Or must I pass yo' ass a shovel
So we can dig it
I dance with the Devil
Now I can get wicket
You can't see what I see
I see you through a scope
I sprayed ya for the gun smoke
Made ya choke
Mastamind blows ya down
Who the fuck then why the fuck you
Comin' round tryin' to clown
I got that crew
I got that bad crew
I got that bad crew
We doin' what we did
Because we had to
The moon's settin'
Now we comin' like Armageddon
I got you in my scope
I see you sweatin'
I'm 'bout to carry out my plan
Maybe carry out a man
The fire inside was lit
Something inside me clicked
Shit, what to do
Time to take a head hunt
Death is just a game to me
So I'll be leavin' you dead, punk
One less bitch on my mind, now I can chill
I knew what I had to do
I got a view to a kill
(Verse 2: Mastamind)
I'm 'bout to take you on a trip
You won't know where you went
I see your gravesite marked on my blueprint
How does it feel to be marked
I know you can't see where I'm comin' from
'Cause I come straight out the dark
Surprise, n***a
Open yo' eyes, n***a
Fuck with the wrong n***a
N***a die, n***a die, n***a
I [???] with that [???]
Advising all y'all
But you hear it anyway 'cause duty calls
So it's mine I'ma take it now
And get my sacred vows
I got it all planned out
So don't wonder how
What you know about this and that
You don't know jack shit
Your head is my target
When I aim it and I hit
Straight from that crew is your teacher
Here's your horror feature
Worse than a tormented preacher
Pleased to meet ya
This shit is real
I'm stayin' true ta
A troubleshoota
This ain't nothing new to a killa
I'm 'bout to do ya
Who's runnin' shit
Who's the king of the hill
You don't know like I know, fool
I got a view to a kill
(Verse 3: Mastamind)
The time is right
In the still of the night
To blow you down
I feel like bustin' rounds
God how many shells hit the ground
Please man, policeman come get done
I won't run, I'll never run with a gun
I'd love to see your blood spill like that
I kill like that 'cause I'm ill like that
You don't understand
The confessions of a madman
He should have ran
Now blood's on my hands
No doubt I take the homicidal route
Let my caps rain out
Let 'em blow your brain out
N***as don't know what time it is 'til I tell 'em
All they do is drop dimes
Dirty rats, I smell 'em
Mastamind knows yo' name and yo' game so chill
I see life through a scope
I got a view to a kill