Killah Priest - Diagnose lyrics

rate me

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 3-D, 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 shit

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

I'll 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 opium

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 cause 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