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MEDIKON

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I be moving like a pharmacy I pluck words off trees got a farm you see I got a remedy to evry malady Turn your tragedy into a melody Many think they're the shit, that they're veteran Who the fuck do you think that you're better than ? Its sickening when they talk like i wont let 'em in Trust, they wont leave in the condition they met us in Yeah im known to cyclically bury men A poison, im sick - sickly impairing them I got the medicine , so invite 'em and see And sing their eulogy when i carry 'em Bitch said i need a man to heal me, like ibuprofen If he got money he's the better one Big talk from a poor fuck - but i be proven You sick bitch you never met a don Your last man is one to often lack a diction and nick a teen Type to leave you pregnant and in-fiction at fourteen Miles an hour, brainless with a mind that's soured Surrounded by dumb-fucks im 'bout to turn more fiend Vision's 80 HD no need for Adderall A menace with the reagents watch me add it all A plague in a white coat, watch me pen a sin, Lyn! Ain't no cure in me, i put the meth in all I don't heal the sick, i deal the dope I'm mean No license, no oath, i incise to the bone Im not one to show you a better path I’m the reaper that walks you out, alone That make your bitch high on me refusing detox Roped in wanna re-live how my D talks She want it in, a syringe that core the zone She Hawk Tuah that thing and death grip it like a She-Hawk And to the ones that call my shit AI slop Yes i use machines that seem intelligent But they cant write what i write, so you better drop Dead, im the genius instilling sense I pack heat in my words, dark with it and I aint mellow, tone in.. Learned to bend them like a bitch through dire gnosis They claim my flow’s a clone, that’s just fear they throw in So tell 'em suck a dick bro and die a ghost, sis. When i surge in, every neuron in my skull's screaming "New Run" Like a surgeon dissect and connect, stitches when i merge 'em I fuck with words like they're a virgin, oh my her moans match my tone when they're surgin' Smooth wid it, I sooth wid it, spit the truth wid it In the booth wid it, loose wid it, bulletproof wid it like John Wilkes Booth did it, get it ? Ahhh.. They met me in a system built to keep us sick, invite 'em and see how fast the hatin' hits Pre-Script, then Shun the fate they already wrote, I be proven right, they just want me dope If you think you can do better then show up in urgency So grab a pen, i C you , call that "emerge and see" Pay the fee, verse over hard beat, you wont prevail Heard the critic call, I turn 'em ill when I assail I'll put the vile in your vial - i poison IV Farm a cyst, i grow the rot then i reap a win I leave 'em coughin' in the soil, just voids I leave And auntie bodies in the dirt , no more next of kin No patience for patients, I turn the coughin' to a coffin Thats the medicine, that i promise them Im a specimen that feed on the hate in them If i could kill them more than once ill do it often, trust i'll do it often Whats hard never softens .. I got their medicine.. (Softens ..softens ..softens ..) (I got their medicine..) (I got their medicine..)