Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Medical Kush , by - Hell Razah. Release date: 27.09.2010
Song language: English
Medical Kush |
| Session one; |
| patient: C. Smith |
| August 8th, 12:30 am |
| It is clear in the present gospels which we now have |
| That claims to be the Son of Man, the Son of God, the Messiah |
| But notice all these different titles |
| 33 and a 3rd he be the living word |
| One verse live longer then the Phoenix bird |
| Except Barrack is half white, the Anti-Christ |
| Was he white or Jeremiah Wright? |
| Last night was a FEMA strike |
| Insomnia hold my nina tight |
| My DNA be a Israelite |
| Abraham, Isaac or Jacob |
| I wake up inside the Virgin Mary |
| It’s Melchizedek inside a belly |
| Black meek alone Machiavelli |
| Ready by all means necessary |
| It’s now deli in the sanctuary |
| Had to throw away my BlackBerry |
| Being followed by the military |
| For everyday I revolutionary |
| False prophets the time’s over |
| Before the God’s son signed Jehovah |
| We was the controllers of this rap culture |
| My Last Supper is at the Passover |
| Judas make me keep the gat closer |
| And the UFO’s Testarossa |
| I’m coast-to-coaster |
| This ain’t ya war Buffalo Soldier |
| We can build the Moon planets over |
| Or we can take it out the holsters |
| However y’all wanna do it? |
| Light a bush of that medical kush |
| Push record on that protool board |
| This is history books |
| They overlook not knowing I’m ill as Sam Cooke |
| They complain if it ain’t the same Autotune hooks |
| Passports and Visa’s, airports must report to FEMA |
| Back to Paris on them one-seaters |
| A sixteen is worth Mona Lisa |
| I turn a jail cell to ya Sheba’s |
| Gon' have a seizure like Julius Caesar |
| My hat tilted for the scale of Libra |
| Eric B & Rakim 'Follow the Leader' |
| Since I was a 9 mm and I ain’t gotta be famous either |
| And my ether still oil reigns' |
| Brothers I love they done turned to haters |
| They all Judas so I gave them hangers |
| You Hindus they don’t want the angers |
| I’m in PA and its shoot the rangers |
| Coffee shop wit the newest Hagers |
| It’s Star Wars without Ronald Reagan |
| And I’m a legend rap Larry Davis |
| Shooting at anything that’s pagan |
| Stare, echo’s no Kevin Beacon |
| You see ghettos when you first awaken |
| Dead souls, no education |
| Apocalypse Now revelation |
| Off that kush that was medication |
| I see my friends turned two-faced |
| We’re on tracks like off to pay me |
| Put some more bass in |
| Watch me kill it like Kel Bassey |
| Your label calling it for Dick Tracey |
| You spit crazy like it’s off safety |
| Permanently so you wanna ranch me |
| You blasphemous all you gotta face me |