Medical Kush - Hell Razah

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

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?

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

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 9 mm 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