The Doctor (US) - War Gospel lyrics

[Intro] Incredible energies Positive and negative Depending on a mood That would trigger one or the other And outside I'd look troubled at times Other times I'd look moody Other times perfectly serene Not very sane But again people weren't even aware of what was happening... [Verse 1: The Doctor] I asked God why he pa**ed the baton He said brick by brick fall mighty babylon Biblical sh** although I read from the Qu'ran A lexicon of oxymorons This schoolboy iconic Stoic poets potently adjusting your brains rotary (Woe is me) When no names are given Amy Erica all we see on television is the livid image Strap a bomb to a psalm (in the city limits) Drop it from ya palm em-bombed in napalm Section 80 n***as put down the lamar Whether a Shaman or Brahman Hitler or Sadam Germany to Sudan We push benzes gives a f** if the worlds ending Either way We go 0 to 100 n***a real quick Newsflash leaders concealing the truth Interest groups with they head in a loop Water their roots from the fountain of youth (Anything to feel immortal) The way you ride that new Lincoln got me John Wilkes Booth Mogs beatin the Mooks Cease the piece the police they work in cahoots, my n***a Some of these n***as will do Anything to make the headlines They're fed lies But the feds will always have an alibi Twenty fourteen and we still eye to eye Hammurabi For the dollar they will rob me And blame the Illuminati While they pop molly at my parties I swear to God I am And you ain't never met a man like me Music is healing No interpersonal disease We send aids to street soldiers Snakes in my grill So my finger on the cobra Til i meet Hova and my cup runneth over Now how's that for a Holy Grail Tweak your programming Weak-kneed irresolute human beings Stand Strong in the midst of all evil I know more words gon free man I seen him on the brim of my ralph lauren Angel on my other shoulder Tighten the strap of my golf cap To keep my conscious in tact At any minute my mind bolt runnning a lap So who's sane? Ussain? n***a f** are you saying? Almost put a picture in a frame Of my brain splatter From a 12 gauge (whats the matter) figured I should keep the matter in my heads cage Who knows maybe a cage head woulda thought my membranes held a national treasure Thank God I didn't go so drastic in measure Leave it to the agnostic to prophesize logical diagnostics Hostages to the denomination Used to flip a quarter for profits skim bags to fill the wallet in my pocket Now I sit in my offset office in the closet Bars all around me officers on my conscious 16 to life Pick the coffin over the hospice Because in the hospice whose really the hostage So ill thank Jah for every concept I'm free to be dead in the coffin I'd be less boxed in See there is no justice for crooked crooks misunderstood Wooden crosses across the chest of psychogenic convicts You know how Con-caved on Kanye well my Beats, rhymes, and life are far more convex (Honest)