Lyrics Stethescope - Eligh & Amp Live, Basik

Stethescope

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.