R.A.P.

[Intro]

Hi dada, it's time to take your medicine

I love you

[Verse 1: King Iso]

Yeah

Diagnosed as a menace, I'm dying slow by the minute

Diet? No but I'm fixing to buy a coke and some chicken

And dive over the shitter and die my nose for a minute

Get a piece of the pie, play dominoes while I kick it

Effect'll be Conoco that's why I'ma go when I flick it

Bic inside of my pocket, you prolly just wanna bick it

I'll politic with a bigot and got the vote like commitment

Told the pope that he's fiction, I'm following no religion

I'm John Travolta to Christians but I am morе of a Vincent

And speaking of Vega, I'ma bе hoppin' over the fences

And hold the chopper but muzzle 'em, dog you're gonna get bitten

I'm sick off tops you'll probably flow a written

I get "Ghosts" shot with "Power" leave Holy Spirits

I been on watch, suicidal Rollie is tickin'

Y'all spit no bars, you'll prolly won't go to prison

People treating me snotty like I'm the nose that you're pickin'

Or like I'm the Cola dealer they got their nose in my business

Treat a hood like I'm Robin, I'm Robyn Hode on a mission

I'm locked and loaded like I'm sipping vodka with co-defendants

Man I'm not the one to go to war with

You'll need more men, I'll bring it to your door

It's not a Jehovah Witness

So lock ya doors when I visit I prolly just sold ya system

I'm pawning ya Xbox to buy me a solar system

I could decode the physical properties ghosts exhibit

Play with my dough, I'll kill you, I am molding an image

Play with me I'll upstage you, I'm right like I wrote and scripted

Plato's cave just caught on fire, you know who did it?

Breaking out the Matrix, I'm Wachowski bros with the writtens

They say that they sleeping on me

I doubt it bro 'cause they're wicked

My venom saving the world is possible when I spit it

'Cause every line that I write, the doctor wrote a prescription

I'm ill

[Pre-Chorus: King Iso]

Yeah

Something that a pill can't fix, (Pill can't fix)

Niggas talkin' crazier than a mothafucka still ain't this (Still ain't this)

To keep it one hundred that's why don't nobody feel they shit (Feel they shit)

And when I catch 'em all slippin', them the ones I'll have a field day with

[Chorus: King Iso]

Fuck all that shit that they talkin'

I'm really a psycho, really a psycho

They rappin' about it but cap you ain't really a psycho, really a psycho

Fuck all that shit that they talkin'

I'm really a psycho, really a psycho

Fuck all that shit that they talkin'

I'm really a psycho, really a psycho

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]

Fuck the malarkey that you been taught

All of you been lost, picture was painted but now it's oozing off

The foolin' in schoolin' is subduin' the true in you and I'm a boolin' boss

Sick and I come with a whoopin' cough (Whoop)

Mentally I'm 'bout to gun the opps

Try to butter me up, the U.S. is a Country Crock

They hung T. Pac, revolution hungry packs

Funky cops still look at 'em like they monkey Pacs

I'm hella driven, my thought is not in a cell or prison

I can smell a biggun we fail to get into elder living

A jailer given, to go to impale a nig when he can sell religion

TV cut off 'cause he had to tell a vision

To an evil nyeupe lookin' down on us and we go buy Gucci

They can never see-through my kufi 'til I'm showin' all deceitful I'm kooky

R.A.P. I'm really a psycho, any other niggas who write it, it's really a typo

So the bar may be or will be the Eiffel

Irkin' the silly the spiteful concealing a bible (Oops)

I mean a rifle

Who is first to come with a nigga to go and break a Judas curse?

And who disbursed? Feelings on my soo woo did hurt

When nobody but Tech N9na wanted to do this verse

So I got it

Sanity is a no, sizable amount of psycho but can it be bigger though?

It's when they give a bro nothing good and it's pitiful

I give 'em back all the pain of like a trillion niggaros

Under the sycamore tree, I'm playing a piccolo

Instilling crazy and baby lady 'bout to deliver so

You be hospitable 'cause my hitters invisible for this fire no bustin' up a chifforobe

To give a glow with the flow

[Pre-Chorus: King Iso]

Yeah

Something that a pill can't fix, (Pill can't fix)

Niggas talkin' crazier than a mothafucka still ain't this (Still ain't this)

To keep it one hundred that's why don't nobody feel they shit (Feel they shit)

And when I catch 'em all slippin', them the ones I'll have a field day with

[Chorus: King Iso]

Fuck all that shit that they talkin'

I'm really a psycho, really a psycho

They rappin' about it but cap you ain't really a psycho, really a psycho

Fuck all that shit that they talkin'

I'm really a psycho, really a psycho

Fuck all that shit that they talkin'

I'm really a psycho, really a psycho

[Dialogue: King Iso]

Hehehe

Niggas really 51 50 on this side though

Bar for bar, they ain't sick like us

Matter of fact

Raided talk to these niggas

[Verse 3: X-Raided]

(R.A.P.)

I'm Ready And Prepared

They gon' Rape And Pillage again, I feel it in the air

On their knees saying prayers, barely concealing despair

This ain't Death Row but they gon' have to give me the chair

Rationalize and Patronize their hateful lies

Fast to say "hurry up wait and hide"

Quick, chill, bunker down, be patient while they decide

Put a mask on your face but that ain't a safe disguise

(R.A.P.)

A discussion wasn't optional

Retreatin' And Poppin', Ruining Anything Proximal

That's when I Realized Anything's Possible

As long as the vision is Realistic And Probable

Their machinations and manipulation's intolerable

Irreconcilable differences, divisional doctrinals

Don't get in the way of the juggernaut, don't be an obstacle

Tech, Iso and X, fuck the industry: conjugal

(Pause)

Nigga you don't wanna get involved

Fuck a first 48, your murder never gettin' solved

In the water looking slaughtered, like you were bitten by Jaws

When they find out what you did, I'll be forgiven and absolved

Thinkin' they safe 'cause I evolved

Fuck a hater forever, that ain't never gettin' resolved

Since you lied, you'll lie in a drum of lye 'til you dissolve

(Why?) You'll never be recovered by the law nigga

Life is a bitch, a sadistic dominatrix

This is for all the years I was sittin' calm and patient

You can not erase it, clone, hone or replace it

STRANGE (Gang) we're getting back to the basics

I am The One that was summoned and nominated

Had a horrible Oracle, but mentally beat The Matrix

Look ahead of you, two hands holding a few

Red and blue pills and I refuse to take it

I can't fake it

(No!)