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and
Together makes 'em a fucking bad combination
I lashed at the doctor in my last operation
Shoved the wiener schnitzel up his ass, hopped away
Somebody
of a family 500+ strong, the bloodline of cousins becomes more like sisters and brothers.
Now Dr. Deloris and Rusty, who are my cousins, are more like my aunt
system
I feel the pain in my father when I speak to him
I just see wanna see peace in him
He said he’ll fucking die for this shit
Side by side ima
of these [?] get blown
Most of my people is gone, most of my life I did wrong
I'm in the gutta' hoe where most of my partna's alone
All of dem live by
beside my Bachelor's
My Associate's and Ph.D
Doctor 'B'
A.K.A.
Mr. Cock and Squeeze
I'm deep like
Dr. Sebi meets Socrates
I'm so deep
Like twenty thousand
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
Mr. Uncle Josh. Would you kindly play me some deep southern blues on that hound-dog guitar there. Ah, now that's what I'm talkin' about. Yeah.
Leave my sweat on stone tables after gym class
Cornhole skills by the end I could teach a master class
Locker room steals so everyone locked up their bags
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
Uh, Straight off the back
I come straight off my back with a gun like I'm in Iraq
And in fact I attack and tackle, and sack and crack and crackle
at the root.
Brick house, huff, blew the roof.
Please don't feed the bazooka tooth, evolution super fluke
With a kiddy pool full of warm milk,
NyQuil
want to get math?
Nigga I'm the square root
The rock star
I got mean stash
You seen case get his thug on
I strip my bitch and we get our hug on
She what
People jeffin' my checks be nice sums
By the way the way that I talk you can guess where I'm from
Kansas City, yeah! Kansas City, yeah!
Kansas
dollars
Don't fuck with 12 but I still root for Aaron Rodgers
Like how I move, she call it cool, she call me Dr. Smoove
Get in that mood, get in the booth,
Yo, I dedicate to this to you
To all my fans, keeping y'all in health
Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
'Cause it's cruel when you
Call me by my name
And in that time of prayer and waiting
Where doubt and reason dwell
A jury sat deliberating
All is lost
Or all is well
Home,
my people been my saviour
Chorus
Cuts by The Gaff
Contain’s a sample from “You Got Me” by The Roots
“Somebody told me that this planet was small…”
and Chronic stood as basically all that I would
Ever listen to and when I bought my first Onxy album, I started bumpin' them
Naught By Nature, Mobb Deep
in our system here
Your appointment is with Dr. April Jackson
Aight
Just take a seat, and she'll be with you shortly
Mr. Davis?
Yeah, over here
[Woman ]
Oh my God, I think I'm having a rap attack..
[Ecstacy ]
Somebody get a doctor!
Quick, man
She's having an attack!
[Jalil ]
She said
Yeah colostomy
Here for what the Lord's got for me
Check the prophesy
My roots run deep check the botany
I'm systematic
Every lyric that I've
Well I woke up last night in a technology haze
My eyes were all sparked
From this common malaise
So I found me a doctor who said he'd even me out
quicker and cheap
You got remote parents, you'll be raised by the TV
My momma worked the night shift
Still made it out to every single game
While my
Where the millions at?
Where my hand fed fruits?
Where the lizards at?
I see snakes by the roots
Timmy Turner hat
Make my wishes come true
Icky Vicky
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