MEDIC from Kingston Hill by Pats
Tracklist
6. | MEDIC | 2:40 |
Lyrics
I hear the game needs a solution
For this hip hop pollution
These rappers rappin about illusions
It’s causin mass confusion for society
We lackin variety, people are rioting
Lord forbid that I go off the map
You couldn’t do better so shut your yap
I’m flowin like a broken tap
With unspoken raps
What a mishap, it’s a fact that my mouth is runnin’ with pungent words
It’s absurd how I throw em to the curb without effort
I got endurance, y’all are heffers
Competition leavin in stretchers
These are desperate measures like emergency lectures
You gon need a face protector and a fire detector when I’m ignited
It’s okay to be excited when I drop shit
I got this game open like a locksmith
Summer time and I’m just swervin’
Summer time with a fifth of bourbon
I’m feelin certain that I’m on the right path
Dozed off now I’m feelin relaxed
Pats, wake up, Pats wake up
What did I miss?
A whole lotta nothin
Just some mumblin’
The game has been tumblin’
My stomach’s rumblin’
It’s time to eat, homie
Luckily I got the munchies
Cross the wrong line
I'll be swingin' like a monkey
Yo Mark, this bass line is funky
Everybody groovin'
Pats Musik, so soothin'
Smooth like a baby bottom
Butter, on bread
Got a couple compliments that went straight to my head
Either way, I'm bout to fill em' with lead
Like I'm playin' Call of Duty in my shed
No for real, I'll fuckin' bust your leg
Turn you into a peg like lieutenant Dan
Did I cross the line? Baby girl, I'll be fine
Find your spine, quit your cryin'
Ya boy on point like the smallest dime
No longer confined, I'm expressin' myself
Rappers nowadays are depressin' as hell
I came out the gutter like a turtle and shell
I think I'm doin' quite well
Summer time and I’m just swervin’
Summer time with a fifth of bourbon
I’m feelin certain that I’m on the right path
Dozed off now I’m feelin relaxed
Pats, wake up, Pats wake up
What did I miss?
A whole lotta nothin
Just some mumblin’
The game has been tumblin’
My stomach’s rumblin’
It’s time to eat, homie