you're glad she gone... you fight all the time
and now she out of sight, out of mind
fuck everything else, we all about writing rhymes
so that ice and the shine... that's out of sight, out of mind
you ain't even get to touch the mic for a line
now you whinin' like crushed sour grapes from a vine?
and now you wanna kill me and fight over rhymes?
shit, son... you out of touch, out your mind
at what price, put your life on the line
for your honor, but Your Honor gave you life for the crime?
we did shit out of spite, all the time
but back then... that was out of sight, out of mind
you got a following of mice and they're blind
say they love you, do anything you like, all the time
if that love turn to envy, you get knifed from behind
now you a vague memory - out of sight, out of mind
you can't trust nobody
that means you, that means you, that means you, you, you, you, you
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