Painkillers

[Intro: Vast Aire]

You know we ?rap? drugs and pain kill

Cause life's ill

Definitive Jux

Uhh

[Verse 1: Vast Aire]

Yo, some nights we got so drunk, it's like we miss the feeling

Of a never ending headache and a spinning ceiling

The sob story of an alcoholic

On his hands and knees praying to that porcelain toilet

Whether behind bars or in front of scars

We use medicine to numb the rap bar

I might tell you something that'll change your death

Pain kills the life, pleasure loves the breath

Ox a-cappell, I'll spit this in hell

With L's hanging off my body and no ice cooler

Every rhyme I write is civilize my future wife

Breaking her water in a time without order

Yo, chaos is born, a seance is spawned

And I resurrect light beams that resemble the red dawns

I guess that's why I was born

To recognize the beauty of a rose's thorn

And learn from the strife of a soul that's torn

To be forewarned just to be forearmed (forearmed)

So let that thought settle as we backpeddle

Through the seven seas of info that'll crush your ego

Some of us pop pills and snort coke to pain kill

Some of us rap drugs and bear witness that life's ill

Yo, but true happiness comes from within

You can't rely on a substance, look at addiction for instance

And in an instance you'll wake up out of that Requiem

For a Dream but you still caught it in the rectum

[Verse 2: Vordul Mega]

Right here trapped in the box

Thinkin', Rap's all I got, Smoke too much pot

Bones with poems twisted in knots

Cold vein with thoughts, bubbling hot

(Stoned in the bedroom), writin' this poem off the phone

Caught a head rush

Smoke clouded my dome at the end of my ropes

Writing these notes, hopin' to float

Above this bullshit, pull spliffs blowin' the ghosts

The sky's the limit, stay high with vision

Visualize the body righteous

Lost cipher, the mind's wisdom

Helped me through life's transitions

I'm in a tight position

Hungry-ass shit flippin'

With no sex or wretch

This stress got my chest a mess, breathless, I'm vexed

Trying to escape out of the depths of hell's nest

So I rest inhale the trauma blessed

And let the stress exhale through clouds of cess

My mind foggy and body wet

Poppin' shotties, shot straight through the nostril

Cloudy with thoughts of ill type menageries

When pops used to tell me "it wasn't like this with drugs and sex

Up in my day" but poppy

Shit really changed, yo, niggas is losing their minds

And I can't really blame them, I'm losing my brain

In these times and I'm angered with hangovers

Ready to ride off a cliff with a Range Rover

Like I was fuckin' Thelma & Louise

And if I had a trigger I would squeeze, believe

Blow my whole head off and bleed

Trying to get that same feeling, every day pain killing