War Gospel by The Doctor (US) 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 passed the baton
He said brick by brick fall mighty babylon
Biblical shit 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 niggas put down the lamar
Whether a Shaman or Brahman
Hitler or Sadam
Germany to Sudan
We push benzes gives a fuck if the worlds ending
Either way
We go 0 to 100 nigga 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 nigga
Some of these niggas 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?
Nigga fuck 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)
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 passed the baton
He said brick by brick fall mighty babylon
Biblical shit 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 niggas put down the lamar
Whether a Shaman or Brahman
Hitler or Sadam
Germany to Sudan
We push benzes gives a fuck if the worlds ending
Either way
We go 0 to 100 nigga 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 nigga
Some of these niggas 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?
Nigga fuck 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)