Medical Kush

(Sample) Session one; patient: C. Smith August 8th, 12:30 am It is clear in the present gospels which we now have That claims to be the Son of Man, the Son of God, the Messiah But notice all these different titles [Hell Razah] 33 and a 3rd he be the living word One verse live longer then the Phoenix bird Except Barrack is half white, the Anti-Christ Was he white or Jeremiah Wright? Last night was a FEMA strike Insomnia hold my nina tight My DNA be a Israelite Abraham, Isaac or Jacob I wake up inside the Virgin Mary It's Melchizedek inside a belly Black meek alone Machiavelli Ready by all means necessary It's now deli in the sanctuary Had to throw away my BlackBerry Being followed by the military For everyday I revolutionary False prophets the time's over Before the God's son signed Jehovah We was the controllers of this rap culture My Last Supper is at the Passover Judas make me keep the gat closer And the UFO's Testarossa I'm coast-to-coaster This ain't ya war Buffalo Soldier We can build the Moon planets over Or we can take it out the holsters However y'all wanna do it? (Chorus) 2x Light a bush of that medical kush Push record on that protool board This is history books They overlook not knowing I'm ill as Sam Cooke They complain if it ain't the same Autotune hooks [Hell Razah] Passports and Visa's, airports must report to FEMA Back to Paris on them one-seaters A sixteen is worth Mona Lisa I turn a jail cell to ya Sheba's Gon' have a seizure like Julius Caesar My hat tilted for the scale of Libra Eric B & Rakim 'Follow the Leader' Since I was a 9mm and I ain't gotta be famous either And my ether still oil reigns' Brothers I love they done turned to haters They all Judas so I gave them hangers You Hindus they don't want the angers I'm in PA and its shoot the rangers Coffee shop wit the newest Hagers It's Star Wars without Ronald Reagan And I'm a legend rap Larry Davis Shooting at anything that's pagan Stare, echo's no Kevin Beacon You see ghettos when you first awaken Dead souls, no education Apocalypse Now revelation Off that kush that was medication I see my friends turned two-faced We're on tracks like off to pay me Put some more bass in Watch me kill it like Kel Bassey Your label calling it for Dick Tracey You spit crazy like it's off safety Permanently so you wanna ranch me You blasphemous all you gotta face me (Chorus) 2x