So many people have asked me for the lyrics to the rap in The Calmer Suturer in the last few days and I am too hungover to individually send it so here you go. Also here is the instrumental backing track so you can be truly medically Blackalicious. https://youtube/watch?v=ULV28RAEfOE Art of our anatomy, ain’t it all amazing? Analytically, I augment and appraise it Broken bones and bits bounded by a band aid Bedridden patient, basically they be a blockade Carbon in things creates carcinogens, complicate Cannot escape that the culprit is cigarettes Dentistry is dire but they daily bank dough Devaluation no data so I don’t know Epidemiology of each and every energetic Epileptic episode, everything is empiric Flatus or fat, febrile fit, flu-tastic Fetal distress felt, fontanelle is flaccid Gut’s got gas and your graft’s gone glorious General surgeon in his game with the goriest Herbal highs, hypnotise, hysterical Hate hypertensives hear em holler as their heart fails Imitators idolize, I intimidate In an injury I’ll ICE in an irate state Juiced on this junk, spitting jargon like it’s chewing gum Justly, its just me, jottin’ in my journals Kindly Im curing all kinds of kiddies Karate kick stone bits in my kidney Let me live a long life, luckily lessons are Learned; lame liquor just lost to my liver My mind makes medicine move, masses Marvel but still, many mock what we’ve mastered Needlestick, shit, that’s bad naturally We, never lack, got health nationally Operations are your occupation not optional Obesity, objectively, is just not optimal Perfected pharm, powerful placebo Promoting popping pills and puffs in your prime Quite quaint quotes keep quality quiet Quantative data now questions what we got uh Reflux red raw, risin up rapidly Regional dose of radioactivity Simple serological sample sought Smear it in the lab and siphon serum off Two ted stockings on the legs, ticked off Take that, embolus, get a tune up Unilateral, ulcerated cut Ultrasound it later so we know what’s what Vaccination victoriously valid Violent viruses are maimed make em vanish Whilst they’re all well would a wise worker just Waste any time without wine, ain’t a workhorse Xerox, my x-ray dimension made extra large X years old got xanthomas domes Yelling at younger ones yet they yawn Yearning for yesterday, feel put upon Felt like a zombie, since you were a zygote Zero in zen thoughts, I owned this like a zealot!
Posted on: Sat, 06 Dec 2014 09:25:57 +0000
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