Ethics + Molars

Why do they want me dead?

I’m just an acid-head

“They think you’re killer bees”

My honey said

So I run, run away

Blow all my things

And sing, “You’re never gonna get me”

All my friends upset me

They plucked out the feathers in my wings

Ethics and molars

Cavity-dwellers

LSD in the CIA

They tried to track me

But I removed the bug

I’m not a thug

I’m a dope MC

Dying to be set free

But they’re all out to get me

Just like they got Biggie

And I’m not coming home in a pine box

To have my autopsy lost

Don’t despair

Paranoia is everywhere

So it was you all along

Who made good off of my songs

And they wanted me shut down

So you spun my words around

Why did they want me dead?

I was just a singer underfed

I didn’t control the minds influenced by what I said

I was just dying to be set free

Am I losing my mind?

Am I losing my mind or is my mind losing me?

Dying to be set free

You were out to get me

Just like you got Biggie

You put it on my toes

It was my word against yours

And now nobody knows

Don’t despair

The evidence is everywhere