[Verse 1: Therapy]
I'm bringing sickness to ya ear
Plan resurrect hip hop this year
My lyrics manifest in ya deepest fear
Bulldozing rappers, so you better keep clear
Fruits of my labor, hit you with a coconut
The finisher
I just let the open up
Bringing foreign d** like I was dealing opium
Master Raiden told me that I'm the chosen one
Pac came to me in a dream and he said that it was destined
I don't do it for money it's more than a profession
First mixtape showed my lyrical progression
And now I pop speakers like I tote a Smith and Wesson
As a youngin I was taught the it's about lessons
It didn't take for school for me to make that connection
Lunch room cyphers was my favorite section, get this
And no professor would test it
[Hook: Therapy]
Gold soul and my astral view
The dope team like we mixed up hash and brew
It's insane to what a little cash will do
I seen it clear from my astral view
[Verse 2: Therapy]
From my astral view
Better than birds eye view
As I opened to my chakra my third eye grew
I can see through you n***as, clear as a bottle of ciroc
Anybody above me man in gunning for the spot
I cultured this flow like a hippy growing pot
Chick bow, dropping shells like a gunshot
Hope you got two
Cause .42 comin at like a deuce deuce
Better walk light like you got new shoes
Ain't a mystery no need for blues clues
Mixed hash and brew
The trippy dude blues
Bringing back static flow back to the new school
Spot get snatched up like a loose j**el
Came like a fighter when we flew through
Got the families that he left soon
Wiping n***as out like a vicious moonsoon
[Hook: Therapy]