Ethics + Molars

Why do they want me dead?
I’m just an acid-head
“They think you’re killer bees”
My honey said
So I run, run away
Blow all my things
And sing, “You’re never gonna get me”
All my friends upset me
They plucked out the feathers in my wings

Ethics and molars
Cavity-dwellers
LSD in the CIA
They tried to track me
But I removed the bug
I’m not a thug
I’m a dope MC

Dying to be set free
But they’re all out to get me
Just like they got Biggie
And I’m not coming home in a pine box
To have my autopsy lost
Don’t despair
Paranoia is everywhere

So it was you all along
Who made good off of my songs
And they wanted me shut down
So you spun my words around
Why did they want me dead?
I was just a singer underfed
I didn’t control the minds influenced by what I said
I was just dying to be set free

Am I losing my mind?
Am I losing my mind or is my mind losing me?
Dying to be set free
You were out to get me
Just like you got Biggie

You put it on my toes
It was my word against yours
And now nobody knows
Don’t despair
The evidence is everywhere