Stethescope - Eligh & Amp Live, Basik

Stethoscope to the woofer

But it’s not dope that I’m pushin'

More like a bass in a cushion

So calm that ass down and listen

Cause I got quite the condition

It’s like psyche meds and religion

Mixed with bright red inhibitions

Lost instead its a kitchen

Caught in a drought, can’t write, can’t cook

Can’t follow what I scribble in a book

Can’t shoot, can’t dribble, can’t look, AIR BALL

Why y’all keep speaking that same draw?

I prefer to go A-wall 8-ball corner pocket and baseball

Aesthetically pleasing then makin' you wonder

No anesthetic im easin' in

No antiseptic no glove no protection from infection

I get mine in I get my fix

Paranoid, schizophrenic rhyme mechanic

Like to bust when im on the stage

And let loose in a way that

No one else in the place can display

I like to think im the only one

The lonely one, not the phoney one, the boney one

The owner of sonar that gives to the moon and back

That’s the only one, moon rocks, two cocks

One below, one made out of sound waves fuckin with disc jocks

2 nights 1 mic 2 brains 1 knife, onnnnly

Never to return again

Uh, uh doctor E?

Yep

Are you sure this anesthesias setting in?

Cause this dude isnt going to sleep.

Uhh he’s not going to sleep at all or somethings wrong with him

Ah man blood just squirted me in eye man!

God dude watch where the scalpals going

Did you just drop a junior mint inside of his heart?

Ay man did you just drop chewing gum in his heart between his lungs?

Im not sure exactly what’s going on here.

Is that a fruit roll up or is that his tongue?

Clear!

Basik:

The M.D. with no patience that’s why I have no patients

Leave you on death’s door with the scars and abrasions

Gauze and the hemorrhaging set the tone for the occasion

Im surgical with this bitch, its awful and I’m made clear!

I place you in Kaiser Permanente permanently

To break it to you so simply that boy didn’t go gently

Check my apparatus from forewarned him dont tempt me

I put my best foot forward so im honestly not trippin

He’s hardly big pimpin but I still leave him limpin

Deliver you to your maker and I have you pay the shippin

Now practice makes perfect make sure wack niggas dont surface

You momma used to have courage Now she’s weeping in sunday service

It’s certainly tough to tell from behind that black veil

Got killer rates on caskets got tombstones on wholesale

He’s knockin' on heaven’s door On a dinner date with hell

His brain was a slow learner so his heart’ll surely fail

(hook)

Is the anesthesia working?

this guy still seems awake.