Target Practice Dilated Peoples

(Babu mixing)
"Target practice" (target practice)

"Bull's eye, direct hit, don't miss"

(Evidence)
"Target practice" two words, fourteen letters
Best described with exclamation points instead of
A period, the wheel turns when you're steerin it
Slow down on the road, we hit a deer in it
That wasn't practice, more like an accident
Things become targets without askin for it
Some people think the word "practice" is a drill
Somethin not for real, 'til you become the target
Hard to hit, something can't be seen
Dodgin infared beams with my camoflauge green
Don't shoot at a mirage and not the real thing
Most hit the innocent, young kids and teens
Jungle gyms and swings, sing hyms and take queens
Overthrow your whole element with relevant themes
Raaka-Raaka Iriscience and Babu at my highest
I throw trees at the crowd like "catch this"
Target practice

(Chorus-Babu mixing)
"Bull's eye, direct hit, don't miss"
"Touch the mic and see how close you might get"
"Target practice"
"Bull's eye, direct hit, don't miss"