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Bring in the sedatives
This kid just won’t fucking take medicine
Getting him calmed is strongly imperative
Get him strap down the shit’s finally setting in
Replace his letterman with a straight jacket
Strapped in and tripping balls like he’s on acid
Tape on his mouth to keep him from yapping
(Who’s he 'spose to be?) Nigga I’m Daft Literacy
Genesi’s bonafide black cat
Flow so dumb like a swag fag
Rap track being placed in the cads back
Run through and laid out like nigga that’s that
Kinda fucked up like a bad batch
Take you out, leave you wrapped in a trash bash
Smoke out burning piles of hash stacks
No giving out fucks or a rats ass
I happen to be the most rottenest grape
In a basket of raisins on hot summer days
Take the hatchet a slam into collagen faces
Of bastards, The best that our generation’s raised
And that’s what we’re tryna explain
Barack campaigns, we need damn change
You’re used to some fuck ass shit nowadays
With radio play for 365 days
The arts pretty fucked up but not lost
And we’re talking trying to take it back from who y’all call
The rap gods
I face palm at the fact that you think it’s wack if it ain’t like pac
Your heads fucked from here to beyond
More sense is written down in bathroom stalls
We’re here to force you down and join in the cause
Prescription is here, for something called GOD
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