Lyrics:
get sick
So you'll still get sick
Oh wait wait i get 1200$
And how much do all the corporations get?
Wow well I identify as a corporation
This a joke
makin' poor decisions
Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
All my little homies up in prison
Lupe gotta tell 'em how you livin'
The Beloved T-Rex says
Grown
vegetables
My medical beats, a rhythm of decibels
Murder a rhyme scheme, my crime scene seem investible
Syllables hang like wet testicles
The dub out,
tellin' you, more the merry, I'm marry to guns
Muthafucka, pull ligaments, nigga, they vary
Being need of some medical, livin' life as vegetable
Take
laughed,
Now them same people runnin for autographs,
And if I was you, I probably would be mad at you,
But that's like a T-Rex worried about a danimal
Im
the gold with all my brethren
Wish I finished college, still an intellectual
But, would a degree, help me with this flow
It's exceptional, medical, audio
Shot between the eyes if you can get through all the make-up
For so long, I thought superstition was my mission
Like t-rex was to teeth, but it's not, so
history, gone. Your medical records. Your Youtube comments. It maps your synapses and uploads your consciousness permanently to the cloud. Of course, in
criminal corporations big pharma and
The military tankers spraying the air
Need to be stopped for once and for all
And we can only do that by taking back our
my reticle, click click, need a medical
The game my bitch she can lick my testicles
Put it in she can really feel the pressure yo
Fucking the game up
Plague spreading what nots nine to five or
Be on the street and homeless
Lock down or locked up in jail cells for
Pro choice medical treatment
When
it dangerous
Kinda gives you confidence in the medical profession
Nice to know that everything is arranged for us
Then the government calls
put a freeze on my grandma's medical covering. The tragedy's not lost on me. Escitalopram. Sell to buy. Seldom buy. Microbudget all yr 20's, not just
energy and I exhale
No negative energy I inhale
Medical science has failed (It has)
On a scale from 1-10, how you feel
How you been? (I don't know)
They
They're playing deadly games
By dumping toxic waste
Pollution everywhere
More disease, more cancer
Corporations are killing us
Just so
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