Simply out of world by choice The world's too for the soul to enjoy
I on the void and I fill it Hopin' the depressed give in and give up So give up your ears, it's your hero here on a heroin like high, I give off Live off my lie and my They itchin' for a new breath here's the And I refuse to with other guys You see my mind is amused of they head I so got 'em, as hypnosis of 'cause, I talk they don't just watch I 'em feel it, the feelin's' unfamiliar A rush of your adrenaline you can pick up a You can become a killer, if properly The first one's free, next time be billin' ya
go your prescription [x3] Take prescription
let the pain getcha I swear my lane will as a painkiller A painkiller, a 16 of let it chill Joe That lil' burn that you feel, feel good it? Just sit back and and take it easy And let the beat your eyes, whoever uninspired Pay me no mind, I put in y'all's Riddle them with Ritalin, attention Niggas start listenin', and what I'm them The drug that brain need Them sick of hip-hop so they appointed me And I but the IV inside of me And ignorance was drug of choice but they Couldn't alone 'em I am the leader The soul that the OG's still believe in And if you not convinced keep on them I breathe life in the game, they are provokin' suicide but as soon as signed I drew for consumer's minds so in time I do it for all y'all, do it for all gotta wait long The has arrived just be patient Please,
Here go prescription [x3] your prescription
See, they say one has to know the to last in the present. So I, bask in the while the presence of these laggers lend me they rappin' to give gifts to my brethren. My nigga this is more than a vocal booth, this is my, only truth, this is my up. So you can ask Black if I know my Roots. Shit, before you? uest my Love for this, just we would play Q-Tip in the Q before you knew T.I.P. And before you knew T.I.P. I was strippers properly to Pussy Poppin'. So, when you ask me "What you know about that? ", ironically I'm you the same question partna'. I am hip-hop. Past, and future. I can rap on some old Primo, sound the present Sigo and make it feel like a sequal to the new me, bitch. I'm Wale, the prescription.