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Interpret:
Heltah Skeltah
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Intro: Ruck
*snoring*
Bring in the next patient (the patient is sleeping)
Bring in his chart (the Doctor will see you now)
How you doin, lets see what we have here
My name is Dr. Killpatient
and Im your psychosssssigmathetamasochistic
Verse One: Rock, Ruck
All I, seem to, think about is violence
It doesnt matter if Im dead sober or Im bent
Its strange, Im not insane or at least I dont think so
Or am I? You think so Doc, truthfully I dont know
So what do I do I go to my crew and ask for help
But they aint no help, they go through the same shit they damn self
So I look deep into the mind of a crook
Then out of nowhere I envision two right hooks
Aww damn, again goes this shit I
cant get out of this cycle, dish one got me whipped
From the thought of a brain bashing, Doctor stop me
Before I blow my motherfuckin top G
See that leather sofa over there? Yeah
Sit back with this six-pack and a spliff
that have your mind twisted while we chit-chat I like that
I think that, we should start with the session Uh-huh
But before we begin let me ask you a few questions Uh-huh
Have you been touched the wrong way? Nah
Involved in gun play Yeah
The town let me guess acquited like you was O.J. How you know?
Typical black life you jack knifes under a sea biscuit
Get specific an stop fuckin around wit that crack rock Yo I dont smoke doze
Yes you do Duke I can tell
Cuz you actin funny, like when blacks get money
Brummy jazz only married to Jawana
and instead of helping youre getting me heated like a sauna
Just trying to get into your head
Pardon the way I treat you
Tell me bout your scar, did your momma beat you Nah man
Fuck the mystery Duke tell me your history
Youre pissin me off
plus the time keep on clippin see
Chorus:
I need a doctor to give me some therapy
I need a doctor to check my, my brain
Verse Two: Rock, Ruck
As I think back, to the nineties
Thats when life got extra grimy
Multiplied with a fleet behind me
Wasnt smart to try me, physical fam gave less than a
Which added on to eighties anger tearing through my inner
(Now were gettin somewhere, yah) Its all becoming clear
I always feared I have to play the rear til I was outta here
Thats when I flipped out and became a plane
that transform into a robot Rokk Da Kids was his name
(One of them Decep niggaz) Yup takin dope clothes and then some
I bend some (did you have any legal source of income?)
I said farewell to welfare crazy long ago
They want you to work for them peanuts now
man you need a shrink if you think Ima go (huh)
Then any thoughts and hopes of rehabilitation
were chilled when I lost my nigga Phil its been downhill
ever since, and aint nobody helpin me
So I came to you, the Doctor Killpatients for therapy
Chorus
Verse Three: Ruck
Bust the prognosis, better yet Duke have a dosage
of prescribed poetry that people perceive as potent
Ive been goin through your file and I found a conclusion
That you destined to be the best in this world of confusion
You lose when you fall victim to evil ways
I know crime pays but the rhyme slays nowadays
Take two of these and if you have a problem at all
Im on call twenty-four hours to brawl, word is bond
Chorus
This is my number, yaknowhatImsayin
4-9-5-Nevermind-Nevermind
Chorus
But you that undisputed, and now you theraputic
Bootcampian champion
Chorus
The undisputed, with theraputic
Bootcampian champion, R-O-C, therapy
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