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