Insert A (Mental Relaxation)/Medicine - Guru, Donald Byrd, Ini Kamoze

Baby, I got red eyes

What?

I got red eyes

I got red eyes, what?

I got red eyes

Gimme the medicine, I am no leprechaun

It’s the healing of the nation

I used to understand, but now I over stand

I’m freaking herbs, man, yes, I am

My skills boom through the smoke filled room

Feeling the contact like the Mack, I then consume

All fools who blunder, so I take them underground

'Cos I got the crazy phat sounds I blend it with jazz

And mystify the masses, huh, we teach blunt rolling classes

My dialect reflects hip-hop at it’s best

After I fat burn of cess and, yes, I guess

That you could call it habitual

(Why?)

'Cos everyday is a ritual

Hit from a Thai stick, not come from cocoa whip

My knee gonna never skip 'cos a man like me don’t never slip

As we elevate, my ghetto mind state

Cooked like a dove plate but wait, but wait

Red eyes, what?

I got red eyes

Huh, tell you what?

Red eyes, what?

I got red eyes

Hey

Determined energetic, born to succeed

Independently minded

(Are you ambitious?)

Indeed, new breed and suckers can’t compare

To the Master, the truth got you trapped in the square

You’re restricted, while I’m unlimited, gifted

And I’m even iller when I’m lifted

Stimulated in the dome on the microphone

After a bone, Guru, why don’t you take 'em home?

Yes, I bring heat, so feel the warmth from my free speech

Believe in Ja, the ganja helps me reach

My creative leaves of enlightenment and when I’m writing then

You know just who’s on the mic again

Fools on the map, kid, you took a nap kid

Taking me out is an impossible task kid

I spark you up, lock you up, huh, now you gone

You should’ve paid attention way back when you were warned

You’re too into business, I take gifts of my spliff

I change into what an expert will never quiz

The medicine, the medicine, the medicine

Lah will bring us back again

The medicine, the medicine, the medicine

Ja is coming back again

Now I’m coming up, so don’t be running up

On my crew, big up, Guru pass the cup

Red eyes, what?

I got red eyes

Pass the medicine, I am no leprechaun

It’s the dealing of the nation

I used to understand, but now I over stand

I’m freaking herbs, man, yes, I am

Red eyes, I got red eyes

What?

I got red eyes

Red, red, red, red eyes

What?