Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cure, artist - Papoose. Album song The Nacirema Dream, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.03.2013
Record label: Honorable
Song language: English
Cure |
I was born in a human body, I’m deadly and dangerous |
The way I decrease life quality is outrageous |
But you don’t gotta worry, I’m not contagious |
I’m genetic, I travel through your family for ages |
I could live in yo daughter, I could live in yo son |
If you smoke cigarettes, I could live in yo lungs |
I can develop in yo stomach and be that small |
But I grow to the size of a basketball |
Now you can ignore me and try to pass it on |
You’ll be a statistic, in the casket gone |
I could be a sharp pain that you feel in yo spine |
I can be a brain tumor on the back of yo mind |
I’ll even be in yo food if you eatin that swine |
Don’t go to the doctor so you never catch me in time |
I done cause some strong men to lose they strength |
Even cause some pretty women to lose they breasts |
Only God know the cure and to whom he bless |
Is the chosen, he choose the best |
I’m a physical enemy, here to bring miserable treachery |
I can affect him, her, they, you or them and me |
But one small woman gotta checkup randomly |
They burn me out of her body with chemotherapy |
If you come late I’ll deflate your energy |
Take all of your hair and erase your memory |
I can shorten your life if you livin it long |
Even took a black queen named Vivian Strong |
If you don’t go to the doctor that mean you support me |
The only way to stop me is to catch me early |
And gangstas who think I can’t get in y’all body |
I even claimed the life of mobster John Gotti |
Have you had a checkup? |
If no is your answer |
Then let me introduce myself, my name is cancer |
He rides to it |
Don’t stress a lot |
Put protection on |
If he’s in your home |
The prettiest woman out here blows long in the wind |
Even sip when she wasn’t soft as her skin |
Teeth look like ivory, pleasant as a beach |
Breasts like 2 watermelons, ripe like a peach |
On the outside, sexy as can be |
But on the inside she’s infected with me |
She be up in every neighborhood, dead on the street |
Give you her phone number, give you head in the V |
And she don’t like condom, she sex it for free |
So if you ever met er get tested for me |
Every single day I add names to my dying list |
My epidemic is strong as an iron fist |
You should check your body fluids, that’s where I exist |
Can travel through saliva, I hope you like to kiss |
You can’t get rid of me, you can cry and wish |
It’s no denying this, science says |
He says I was born in Africa, but he’s a lying bitch |
I was born in the laboratory, my father’s a scientist |
You can’t contact me if you walk in a bathroom |
Or if you talk to your classmate in your classroom |
You never see me coming, I’m smooth as a jazz tune |
Not airborne, I pass moves |
But you should make sure they clean the needle when you getting them tattoos |
I’m the reason the word positive means bad news |
Idiotic if you don’t believe in me |
Even took a great rapper named Eazy-E |
If you have a lot of sex you should have some condoms |
Cause you could live with me, ask Magic Johnson |
I enter your body with only one assumed mission |
That’s only to break down your immune system |
Become sick easy cuz you not immune |
And I can pass over through every open wound |
So make sure you put a Band-Aid on your cut |
Before you shake another man’s hands sayin wussup |
I’m physical and visible, you can’t feel me |
Medicine, I’m invincible, you can’t kill me |
AIDS is my name, don’t get it wrong |
It stands for Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome |
(Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome |
Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome) |
This drug addict named Raj is infected with my evil |
Got some new dope he wanna try with his people |
He said go ahead and try it, it’s some brand new diesel |
That’s when I found myself travelling through a needle |
Don’t even know what he getting into is a shame |
Tied his arm up and pump me right in his vein |
He had a lot of women, was living to play his life |
But he was married, he took me home to his wife |
Now she’s a carrier who carries on with me |
His wife had a baby, the baby was born with me |
And I hope that you wouldn’t take this song silly |
A lot of people infected, it’s a strong pity |
You got a jimmy hat? |
Then you should put on jimmy |
Let’s protect ourselves, we should all, really |
I’m tryna live long, won’t you live long with me? |
Suburbs to the city, sing this song with me |