Dr. Near Death

Intro:

Progresso for President

Verse 1:

Old-fashioned hash coin, ash joints in, absolve the sleeve feet up
Whole with G-cups, Rosali'd up
Mon ami, please, roll the coka leaf up
Globally made them folk believers, woke the street up
Cup afloat from me is like you just drove a re-up
Total heat they tone the beat sun, solar beam, vocal V-Don (What)
Vocally dumb
My inner coral stir ocean reefs up, social redub, socially numb
No one me, it's gonna go sour (Sour)
Good morning, Zygon, I got zingers for the Grunge like grown hour
Mad anxiety, no cold shower, smoke ropes of gold powder
As I buff so below, bestowed power (Haha)
Known prowler, been spittin' for untold hours
Energy glow for groundlines of control towers
Molten traps, holdin' a glowin' pad
Shroomin' three floors high, goin' mad, walls, closin' fast (Fast)
This isn't just a time killer (Nah)
Out of all the sick, I'm like artery disease, you won't find iller
I can make a real life crime thriller
Icepick, out of the freezer into your back, a real spine chiller

Interlude:

When they see what I did, I hated myself, my life and my past, even in the (?) it was worse, since then, (?), and the bottom of all this, (?), afraid (?) but formally friends, and really (?) I apologize (?) really up to that, we're making a mess, we're going out of control

Verse 2:

Zip ties instead of handcuffs, I'm on a tight budget (Yeah)
Divine cometh, leave a gravesite where I gotta hike from it (Yeah)
It's a blood sport like Mesoamerican ball games
Copped the alfalfa from a bug in a hallway
Mayhem, putting on corpsepaint (Haha!)
War with the Lord's saint
Severed head drop before the applause break
Fuckin' rhymin' crazies (nah), don't care, if you rhymin' crazy (Nah)
Feel like Cobain cats look corny tryna play me (Wow)
96 anti-maze dream
Spittin' crazed drug raps, before half o' NY started hypin' Shady (Come on, man)
I'm from the alpines of Leviathan (NY)
I'm from the hills that got eyes in them