Medicine Songtext
von The 3rd

Yup, maybe church what I need
Got a paranoia of death y′all wouldn't believe
A Matthews, and a trust, I′m a rare breed
Spit from my hip 'til the day they buried

Niggas gon' bleed like B.I. said
Middle finger to the prosecutor, fill ′em with lead
No doubt, put your guns up, guns up
With my semi-automatic hangin′ out my chrome black truck
Bush is a devil and Cheney's a liar
Condoleeza murder for hire, they words attired
City climbin′ on barbed wire
Elevated empire, trainin' to feel like Al-Qaeda
You know all day, city, the boss

I′m a head buster nigga like Mike Daws
I'm the champ in the ring like Klitschko
Nastradamus predictin′ the info
But not a Nazi or Rocky could stop me
Flyin' kamikaze, insane like Ozzy


And my Spanish bitch callin' me papi
Write anthems and drink Asti Romani

No doubt, with more words than a novelist
Plants and trees in my brain like a botanist
The world gon′ respect my flow
He amidst the new version of hurtful
Black, now let′s go

Who's the blacksmith? I′m the blacksmith
Step up in the ring, nigga, I need practice
'Cause when I look at you, man, I see average

You a fruit, just like a juicy pears
Ain′t nothin' you gon′ do, you gonna get embarrassed
Put reigns on your crew like a horse and carriage
Master of what I do, so I gets this lavish
This music get me high, my eyes stay the reddest
Step up, it's Smith, not the regular piece


See, I got some tricks, not the regular treats
This is elevator music, not the regular beats
See the flow radiation, not the regular heat
You know I'm ruthless, and I spit it like I′m toothless
You don′t really want to do this when you see the truth is
About the music business, and it ain't about music
So we ′bout to do this

Talk to me, man, walk with me, brother man
You already know who we better than
We tryna get you high, come take this medicine
And when you come down, come back, it never ends
Talk to me, man, walk with me, brother man
You already know who we better than
We tryna get you high, come take this medicine
And when you come down, come back, it never ends

My last name Matthews, but I'm so smooth with it

Can pitch the ball and still hit it like Babe Ruth did it
A athlete at any track meet, who did it?
P. Diddy, North City general, you kiddin′?
On the mic tryna sound like a thug boy
You need to clean your nose out, smoke on some bud, boy
And just remain calm, 'cause lyrically I got the bomb
When you put me on back in 1993, that was my favorite song

Started gettin′ blowed, takin' hits from the bong
After graduation, seen a change in my songs
Metaphors was gone, start walkin' like a real nigga
Dreads was long, cut ′em off in two double O three
Lucky me, all the chicks wanna touch on me
′Cause I throw the three, stop it

Tell me who profits when I rock it
If I wrote it, then I spoke it, best believe they copped it

Ayo, I came up 'round the realest
My poppa taught me not to give a fuck if they feel us
It′s curtains like the Steelers, poppin' wheelies, sippin′ Guinness
While they play like it's a scrimmage, I′m knockin' niggas out
Like Floyd and his descendants
It may weather or not, the weather gets hot in December nowadays
In a bubble goose, put the heat to your dome
Feel my flame like Michael Caldwell or Rashard Wells

He the dopest since the Japs discovered opium
Get open when the drum beat knocks, it's soakin′ in
They floatin′ in, goose over the rocks
The hoes in here provokin' them, touch it or not
Bangin′ like chub and them, stay focused on my chips
I'm a poker player, pimp

Been in the system, so I walk with a limp
Cool in conductin′ a symphony of sense

Some call me a genius, and he meanest
My life's a blood, only Jesus could′ve seen this

Born on a day it was freezin' outside
So not only am I cold-blooded, but I'm so stubborn
All I can remember is no food in the cupboards
And what hurts most is to see some of my family still strugglin′

And me not bein′ able to do nothin'
Man, it feels like my hands is tied

′Cause my peoples never really had much
Maybe it's the guilt gettin′ to me from the wood grain that I clutch
'Cause the stress keeps buildin′ up, damn, I had enough
Mary Jane temptin' me to take a puff

Got my poker face on and the devil tryna call my bluff
How can money be the root of all evil and say, "In God we trust"?
I think that God is fooled
Why you think that finances ain't bein′ taught in the public schools?
′Cause they know we won't get what we don′t respect or know how to use
So instead of savin', we′d rather buy some colorful shoes
I'm guilty of it too, time after time we lose
I′m just here droppin' jewels to say we got a right to choose
I'm not singin′ the blues, somethin′s gotta change, though
Ancestors ain't die in vain just to see it make it rain, though