Bring in the sedatives
This kid just won't f**ing take medicine
Getting him calmed is strongly imperative
Get him strap down the sh**'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?) n***a I'm Daft Literacy
Genesi's bonafide black cat
Flow so dumb like a swag f*g
Rap track being placed in the cads back
Run through and laid out like n***a that's that
Kinda f**ed 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 f**s or a rats a**
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 ba*tards, 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 f** a** sh** nowadays
With radio play for 365 days
The arts pretty f**ed 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 f**ed 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