Therapy

Yo, I gotta be around this music, it's therapeutic

The first fresh thoughts of the day is so clear

When I walk, in my head, there's a voice that talks

In my ear I can hear so clear, you think I'm buggin' right?

I'm just contemplating the silent [?]

Out to the West Side my killer Cali gangstas

Ride and get the head right

Yo son, I'm on the next flight in

Twist some [?] I'm guaranteed the right of his psalm before we reach

Throw the instrumental on it, watch [?] pattern of speech

Man-formed military arm ready to swarm, get your party on

Drinks on the house tonight, ladies lookin' right

Atmosphere nice and warm, we backstage like a hundred thieves strong

Ghost want the red light on before we get on

An hour's too short to rock, we got a million songs

Yo I gotta be around this music, it's therapeutic

Like my first blunt of the day to start the movement

I'm sittin' in the room with a view, there's always room for improvement

So I grab my coat and go and prove it

Just me against the world, you can find me in the streets

She'll spot me in the lobby, probably find me in the free

Cop a 'Rari, the [?] in the lining of my seats

Tryna put me in a lineup til' I wind up in the beast

That's the belly, how dare they tryna tell me when to eat

With a plate of food barely in my reach

My team shoot dice, we used to shoot skelly in the streets

Wear the same Pelle-Pelle's for a week

But now we livin' life

A such a good life I wish that I could live it twice

I'd probably make the same wiz my wife

It's Wu-Tang Clan, always collect cheddar

Proper education, always correct errors

Yo, bananas, Redman so gorilla

Chi-town know I'm pimping the mic, nigga

One hit, and chicks follow me like Twitter

Crack when I talk, I like the mic steam up

The fiends hit it, chicks swing with it

I'll box niggas in like Don King did it

Sixteens I write, it's seems so vivid

My notebooks I let the eBay did it

I get dough, bad pair for the sick flow

My weed more greener than Lou Ferrigno

My right-hand man hand on the pistol

I crack these squares up like Nabisco

Oh, look at me, I'm lightweight

But with the heart to peel back your white meat

Yo wifey want me to make her wifey

Hit it, make the bitch hyphy at high speed, doc.