SIC ILL - Ima Doctor Lyrics
Uh huh, uh huhI'm a doctor, uh huh yea a paramedicLets get it. Let's goLivin through my life is so crazy maneLike Alaskan state patrol in the snow and rain/Hopefully you feel my painAre you seein the same shit like window pane/Crucial as ever, in these streets in any weatherOut making connections, all everywhere call it teather/Yea my rivals hot, you know that I'm betterHeavenly flows up in the cloudsCall me Mario feather/*****es named heatherWearin striped shirts a trendsetter/Got the Paris france mimes against me in vendetta/And these letters form to words like scrabbleCall my tracks rock music crack, formin outta the gravel/This aint no gravel pit and I aint RzaGot me smoking on the dubies rappin, there aint no Smoke Dza/You're kinda active but I'm busierDJ spin, you'll get dizzier/Chicago Bears, I'm grizzlierSingin, Iggy Azalea/Scare you like FreddyThen you wanna hug my ass like Teddy/Larger than Life figureKnow my goals aint petty/On these roads on footbut my wife aint Betty/I'm Dino on the flintstonesThat's why my bark so gritty/(chorus)I'm a doctor, bring you back to life like ReaganYou convulsing shakin', have your eyes awaken/I'm a doctor, you might see god or satanI dont have no patience, and your family's waitin/You're rollin in a wheelchair and need your medicationJust got out intensive care, thanks to my respiration/And preparation. It equals our separationOf the do-wills - have-nots that fill up our nation/While I got the dime they be masturbatinLookin at vids, thinkin I'm fineWith all of the hatin, even the kids/Haven't you heard of dope rapOr some lyrics on a beat that slap/It's some crap that my vocals shitThey be punchin in. I was makin hits/New drumkits, on a beat machineOr fruity loops/Digital beats be on the USBThe itunes loops/And I be on the stage like Rage Against the Machine/Screamin in a rage to sell em tickets, cash-n-ca ching/Rather go to school for doctorin they get paid/And with the riches come the *****es and the mansion I'm laid/For me to make it you say no wayDrinkin on that koolaid/Sweat tea and minute-maidBut my fuel is more like propane/Got me in a office talkin to Hank HillBarbequein Texas style cuz my flows sic ill/And I go Kill Bill, put em a trunk no limbs/I be like hush just chillThen I dunk they ass in a rim/(chorus)I'm a doctor, bring you back to life like ReaganYou convulsing shakin', have your eyes awaken/I'm a doctor, you might see god or satanI dont have no patience, and your family's waitin/I'm a doctor, bring you back to life like ReaganYou convulsing shakin', have your eyes awaken/I'm a doctor, you might see god or satanI dont have no patience, and your family's waitin/
