I'm the hip-hop drug, you wanna hit give me a minute
I'm leaving your brain tinted, but score's a metaphor
Lyrical, glenfiddich, bringing you sweet misery
Like sugarcane mixed with history, kissing the sun can never blister me
Jesus, I said Jesus, will you relieve us?
Acquitted commentators who never believe us
Achieve, trust, never gamble on expectation
Unless you in the future got some kind of blood relation, you dig?
Hope and rhyme, moonshine, you'll take a swig
Got a vegetarian dream in a microwaving pig
Secular soul, the regular man's in a hurry
While I'm chillin' in the studio, eatin' iguana
Curry, you pussy-ass motherfucker
I said you pussy-ass motherfucker
I get you blasted, flippin' my words backwards
Attacked, Judge Ido, leavin' the jury with a lackluster
Impression when I'm on trial for obsession
With the death of an MC's progression
Learn your lesson and search for the antibiotic
I'm hooked on cigarettes and coffee like you should get hooked on
Phonics before the thought of approach crosses your mind
I find your method of whack is sending you constant reminder
Your style pulls you down, your style pulls you down

Your style's bullshit
What a key to be an MC, here's the full kit
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This gon' take a minute, relax, son
Play the government, up in your ass to tax one
Unlawful MC, reach unlawful degrees
Socrates, teared up enemy by enemy
Something like a phenomenon
Get Oceira, no chance
Dramadon, pain of aspirin
Talk at your skin, I drop the bomb
* it, I'ma keep my Jones a regular
So don't act surprised if Socrates is checkin' ya
And even with your dogs protectin' ya
Disgrace printed on your face
I had them same dogs forgettin' ya
Blah, blah, blah, representation's bizarre
My mind's in my mouth of Johnny G. Watson to a guitar
Never ghetto superstar, rather ghetto entrepreneurial czar
I'm twelve under, you're checkin' in at twelve over par
Token cigar and start travelin' I know it's potent, so I'ma get a cigar

Son, I see your dreads unravelin'
I had battlemen who sculptured knowledge and culture
But poisonous dialects sent their cadavers to vultures
Excuse me for being blunt while y'all get blunted
But in the words of Biggie, hunt me, I'll be hunted
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