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BAND-AID
I got problems, you’ll just be my BAND-AID
Sorry girl, I’m not listening
I got my own things, I just need a BAND-AID
She said I make her feel

here until you niggas sick of me
No matter meds or remedy
You could never get rid of me
I'm cancer and A-I-Ds ain't a nigga ill as me
So why step

nightmare your best dream
Heaven Hell both of them
All of it every cancer known to man
You will have
You will get every single disease on this planet
You will

to make a better movement Instead of betting on predators bet you catch em' losing
Hey go tell your editor time to level up better cuz them lines ain't gone

the witch
Doctor tries to convince us that we
Have to ask God for help
To spell out to him what
We need, even to bribe him with prayer
Or cash on the line

Grow More Pot

Jello Biafra

I Blow Minds for a Living

cancer or AIDS, or why the health food store I go to keeps getting harassed by federal authorities for selling herbal medicines.

Meanwhile, guess who

lanes home
Smoking, listening to the same song
Boy, you be wildin'
Try not to catch another charge

cause niggas drinking up all the Kool-Aid

cancer and AIDS
As long as we got politicians still gettin pain
And Teen Mom's runnin around getting laid
That's why Cali's here to end the madness yell

LSD

Public Enemy

There's a Poison Goin' On....

1999

the rap got cancer
Tumors poppin' from the middle of rumors
Generation x be the end of baby boomers
Is the next generation headed for doom
Control

This a real freestyle bro

Hit my line, I got cocaine
Girl you're too fine
Fucking with these lames
Girl you're too fine
Fucking with these lames
Hit my

The Truth

Boosie Badazz

Out My Feelings (In My Past)

2016

living in, man, is straight weak
They got a cure for AIDS and cancer but we can't get it (True)
Cops shoot us down 'cause our skin, they some dirty

your movements scream illusions what are we doing
Or maybe it’s the news
Just complacent with the views
And the Kool-Aid that they brew is way too tasty

comin' soon
How can sky be the limit when
There's footprints on the moon?
Now, I used to bus tables, now I bust rhymes
Spitting lines to the illest

No question that the government
Created AIDS and cancer
The question of the true amazon
Basin is the answer
This is man vs machine, church for gasoline

Preach to pastors
Sing to choirs
Wounds bandaged up
A lion far from Zion
Whatcha gotta tell me bruh
I ain't listening
You've been penny pinching
I've been

with no remnants
Where fantasy runs rampant
Admit I lose my patience
Aching for the greatness
A gift given
An aid I guess
To help through this madness

We Need a Revolution

Dead Prez

Turn off the Radio: The Mixtape, Vol. 1

2002

(Army G's) unless we make it change. (Nigga this that Army G's)
(x2)

Gotta a cure for AIDS and cancer,
Wanna know come follow me now?
Diabetes

Prayer for a G

Tru

Da Crime Family

1999

to make guns? 

[Y'all] 

And why my grandparents was slaves? 

And why is is diseases with no cure like cancer and aids? 

Why is it rich and poor?

my flow
Imagine there was no need for police on patrol
Imagine no aids, imagine disease would just go
Imagine cancer could be cured by taking

cancer, fancy me a handsome dancer
Lance advances with my landings, stand a' grand on planted answers
Rant on Band-Aid branded manswers channeled from

and her mommy wasn't around to manage
Manager at a pharmacy, willing to aid others
When actually them bandages should've been there to cover
Her daughter's

and welcome
Fresh Prince Lary
Thank y'all
I thank y'all
But I'm tryna go home like baseball
This the blue suede kicking
Sipping Kool Aid
Mix it with the juice

shop at Saks
Cock it back and clap at ya dad hat
I'm poppin' caps
I got the strap so I ain't gotta scrap
But I'm punchin' every line
When I drop a rap

but, ma, I promise that I'm fine

And tell them niggas I ain't done until I cross the finish line
I know some niggas who give out statements , and cancer