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Diagnose - Killah Priest
My pen's compulsive obsessive
It never gives itself enough credit
It's explosive Ritalin should do it
Odd behavior with the bars on paper
When I write to this music reactions
It's like sadness to laughter
Though I'm spitting classics
The thoughts of madness it gives me asthma
Rather than think it sinks into deep depression
Deeper questions performing neurosurgery
Words in 3D it's sick disease discovered
It slowly occurs to me
Go into ya ashtray and light a roach
The test results are back
Let's see what I'm diagnosed or
Why I wrote this rap
My paper keeps gaining weight fat s**t
Like this the bars might break
The diet pill in my writer's skills
Should I put the mic back down and wait
Not good for the heart caffeine sixteen's
Rap needs more greens when it eats
Know what I mean
Sentence experience hemorrhage lyrics insulin
Hydrocodone pen oxycodone toxin
When I spit hot wind
With alphabets that connect syllables
Ill individual I spit visual lyrical
Go in ya ashtray and find the roach
Hear the results I'm an addict
Addicted to the mic here's the diagnose
The flow don't have enough sodium
It leaks that's why I speak from podiums
I teach two weeks have me on ***
I wrote it 4pm
Last night a glass pipe mic detach from life
Dependency since my entrance
Instrumental CD's influent sixteen's
I'm trafficking rap
Shootouts with my mind to get it back
I got it like that it's in my luggage
As soon as I begin my subject
I finally can go public
Pay a stewardess on my mental plane
Go thru customs I might buss one
If the beat feels the same
Receive testimonies from past fiends
Rakim spoke I listened took notes
But when it's my time to speak
Something got caught in my throat
It's not fair cuz I'm still using
Sorry y'all but the street music
Go in ya ashtray and light a roach
I got the results
And laid back and read the diagnose
The addict in rapping on different beats
There's so many styles I wrote
