Ginkgo Biloba by The Real JD Lyrics
(Code green, two east)
(Code green, two east)
You're just a gnome sitting in a nursing home
No metronome in your mobile home of styrofoam
Two X-chromosomes, 420 ohms slayin in the catacomb
Adios amigos, acting grandiose but don't overdose on the Ginkgo like bingo
I just diagnosed but you can't come close to the rhymes that I engross with the sugar high of straight glucose
My rhymes bleed the fire you admire for the entire campfire
And bitch I ain't callin no ceasefire
So you can't acquire your dope
Yeah I know you'd better hope you're not on a slippery slope
With those bitch ass hoes
I'm tired of your drug rug
No, I ain't a real thug
I ain't smokin weed or hangin with my enemies
They ain't my breed but the ginkgo’s free of the nosebleeds
And exceeds speed yeah it won't mislead your pity of my attention
You mentioned the extension of my comprehension, suspension of my tension
Doc it's just detention, but the teachers be worried about their pensions
So thanks for the apprehension
What for the hypotension?
You said your intention was to mention the attention
But what if I can't be medicated for this shit you created
And now I'm aggravated by what you advocated
But now I'm fascinated by how poorly you indicated my escalated ADHD bitch!
***
I got Vyvanse in my pants
Your shit got me in a trance
It’s a game of chance at first glance
So I ask, in advance, “what’s your stance on these supplements? Do you think the Ginkgo is legit? Is it legit or counterfeit? Am I a damn hypocrite?”
I think I admit that my wit and rhymes are just lit
Hey do you get it?
This shit’s epic!
But I sound desperate!
Do not tell me to exit
I can’t edit this deficit of the attention that I mentioned
(Code green, two east)
(Code green, two east)
(Code green, two east)
You're just a gnome sitting in a nursing home
No metronome in your mobile home of styrofoam
Two X-chromosomes, 420 ohms slayin in the catacomb
Adios amigos, acting grandiose but don't overdose on the Ginkgo like bingo
I just diagnosed but you can't come close to the rhymes that I engross with the sugar high of straight glucose
My rhymes bleed the fire you admire for the entire campfire
And bitch I ain't callin no ceasefire
So you can't acquire your dope
Yeah I know you'd better hope you're not on a slippery slope
With those bitch ass hoes
I'm tired of your drug rug
No, I ain't a real thug
I ain't smokin weed or hangin with my enemies
They ain't my breed but the ginkgo’s free of the nosebleeds
And exceeds speed yeah it won't mislead your pity of my attention
You mentioned the extension of my comprehension, suspension of my tension
Doc it's just detention, but the teachers be worried about their pensions
So thanks for the apprehension
What for the hypotension?
You said your intention was to mention the attention
But what if I can't be medicated for this shit you created
And now I'm aggravated by what you advocated
But now I'm fascinated by how poorly you indicated my escalated ADHD bitch!
***
I got Vyvanse in my pants
Your shit got me in a trance
It’s a game of chance at first glance
So I ask, in advance, “what’s your stance on these supplements? Do you think the Ginkgo is legit? Is it legit or counterfeit? Am I a damn hypocrite?”
I think I admit that my wit and rhymes are just lit
Hey do you get it?
This shit’s epic!
But I sound desperate!
Do not tell me to exit
I can’t edit this deficit of the attention that I mentioned
(Code green, two east)
(Code green, two east)