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Ima Doctor Lyrics


Sic Ill Ima Doctor


Uh huh, uh huh
I'm a doctor, uh huh yea a paramedic
Lets get it. Let's go

Livin through my life is so crazy mane
Like Alaskan state patrol in the snow and rain/
Hopefully you feel my pain
Are you seein the same shit like window pane/
Crucial as ever, in these streets in any weather
Out making connections, all everywhere call it teather/
Yea my rivals hot, you know that I'm better
Heavenly flows up in the clouds
Call me Mario feather/
Bitches named heather
Wearin striped shirts a trendsetter/
Got the Paris france mimes against me in vendetta/
And these letters form to words like scrabble
Call my tracks rock music crack, formin outta the gravel/
This aint no gravel pit and I aint Rza
Got me smoking on the dubies rappin, there aint no Smoke Dza/
You're kinda active but I'm busier
DJ spin, you'll get dizzier/
Chicago Bears, I'm grizzlier
Singin, Iggy Azalea/
Scare you like Freddy
Then you wanna hug my ass like Teddy/
Larger than Life figure
Know my goals aint petty/
On these roads on foot
but my wife aint Betty/
I'm Dino on the flintstones
That's why my bark so gritty/


(chorus)
I'm a doctor, bring you back to life like Reagan
You convulsing shakin', have your eyes awaken/
I'm a doctor, you might see god or satan
I dont have no patience, and your family's waitin/


You're rollin in a wheelchair and need your medication
Just got out intensive care, thanks to my respiration/
And preparation. It equals our separation
Of the do-wills - have-nots that fill up our nation/
While I got the dime they be masturbatin
Lookin at vids, thinkin I'm fine
With all of the hatin, even the kids/
Haven't you heard of dope rap
Or some lyrics on a beat that slap/
It's some crap that my vocals shit
They be punchin in. I was makin hits/
New drumkits, on a beat machine
Or fruity loops/
Digital beats be on the USB
The 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 bitches and the mansion I'm laid/
For me to make it you say no way
Drinkin on that koolaid/
Sweat tea and minute-maid
But my fuel is more like propane/
Got me in a office talkin to Hank Hill
Barbequein Texas style cuz my flows sic ill/
And I go Kill Bill, put em a trunk no limbs/
I be like hush just chill
Then I dunk they ass in a rim/


(chorus)
I'm a doctor, bring you back to life like Reagan
You convulsing shakin', have your eyes awaken/
I'm a doctor, you might see god or satan
I dont have no patience, and your family's waitin/

I'm a doctor, bring you back to life like Reagan
You convulsing shakin', have your eyes awaken/
I'm a doctor, you might see god or satan
I dont have no patience, and your family's waitin/



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