[Verse 1: Therapy] I'm bringing sickness to ya ear Plan resurrect hip hop this year My lyrics manifest in ya deepest fear Bulldozing rappers, so you better keep clear Fruits of my labor, hit you with a coconut The finisher I just let the open up Bringing foreign d** like I was dealing opium Master Raiden told me that I'm the chosen one Pac came to me in a dream and he said that it was destined I don't do it for money it's more than a profession First mixtape showed my lyrical progression And now I pop speakers like I tote a Smith and Wesson As a youngin I was taught the it's about lessons It didn't take for school for me to make that connection Lunch room cyphers was my favorite section, get this And no professor would test it [Hook: Therapy] Gold soul and my astral view The dope team like we mixed up hash and brew It's insane to what a little cash will do I seen it clear from my astral view [Verse 2: Therapy] From my astral view Better than birds eye view As I opened to my chakra my third eye grew I can see through you n***as, clear as a bottle of ciroc Anybody above me man in gunning for the spot I cultured this flow like a hippy growing pot Chick bow, dropping shells like a gunshot Hope you got two Cause .42 comin at like a deuce deuce Better walk light like you got new shoes Ain't a mystery no need for blues clues Mixed hash and brew The trippy dude blues Bringing back static flow back to the new school Spot get snatched up like a loose j**el Came like a fighter when we flew through Got the families that he left soon Wiping n***as out like a vicious moonsoon [Hook: Therapy]