Therapy Lyrics
| Song | Therapy |
| Artist | Heltah Skeltah |
| Album | Nocturnal |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Intro：ruck | |
| *snoring* | |
| Bring in the next patient (the patient is sleeping) | |
| Bring in his chart (the doctor will see you now) | |
| How you doin, let's see what we have here | |
| My name is dr. killpatient | |
| And i'm your psychosssssigmathetamasochistic | |
| Verse one: rock, ruck | |
| All i, seem to, think about is violence | |
| It doesn't matter if i'm dead sober or i'm bent | |
| It's strange, i'm not insane or at least i don't think so | |
| Or am i? you think so doc, truthfully i don't know | |
| So what do i do i go to my crew and ask for help | |
| But they ain't no help, they go through the same shit they damn self | |
| So i look deep into the mind of a crook | |
| Then out of nowhere i envision two right hooks | |
| Aww damn, again goes this shit i | |
| Can't get out of this cycle, dish one got me whipped | |
| From the thought of a brain bashing, doctor stop me | |
| Before i blow my motherfuckin top g | |
| See that leather sofa over there? yeah | |
| Sit back with this six-pack and a spliff | |
| That have your mind twisted while we chit-chat i like that | |
| I think that, we should start with the session uh-huh | |
| But before we begin let me ask you a few questions uh-huh | |
| Have you been touched the wrong way? nah | |
| Involved in gun play yeah | |
| The town let me guess acquited like you was o.j. how you know? | |
| Typical black life you jack knifes under a sea biscuit | |
| Get specific an stop fuckin around wit that crack rock yo i don't smoke doze | |
| Yes you do duke i can tell | |
| Cuz you actin funny, like when blacks get money | |
| Brummy jazz only married to jawana | |
| And instead of helping you're getting me heated like a sauna | |
| Just trying to get into your head | |
| Pardon the way i treat you | |
| Tell me bout your scar, did your momma beat you nah man | |
| Fuck the mystery duke tell me your history | |
| You're pissin me off | |
| Plus the time keep on clippin see | |
| Chorus: | |
| I need a doctor to give me some therapy | |
| I need a doctor to check my, my brain | |
| Verse two: rock, ruck | |
| As i think back, to the nineties | |
| That's when life got extra grimy | |
| Multiplied with a fleet behind me | |
| Wasn't smart to try me, physical fam gave less than a | |
| Which added on to eighties anger tearing through my inner | |
| (now we're gettin somewhere, yah) it's all becoming clear | |
| I always feared i have to play the rear til i was outta here | |
| That's when i flipped out and became a plane | |
| That transform into a robot rokk da kids was his name | |
| (one of them decep niggaz) yup takin dope clothes and then some | |
| I bend some (did you have any legal source of income?) | |
| I said farewell to welfare crazy long ago | |
| They want you to work for them peanuts now | |
| Man you need a shrink if you think i'ma go (huh) | |
| Then any thoughts and hopes of rehabilitation | |
| Were chilled when i lost my nigga phil it's been downhill | |
| Ever since, and ain't nobody helpin me | |
| So i came to you, the doctor killpatients for therapy | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: ruck | |
| Bust the prognosis, better yet duke have a dosage | |
| Of prescribed poetry that people perceive as potent | |
| I've been goin through your file and i found a conclusion | |
| That you destined to be the best in this world of confusion | |
| You lose when you fall victim to evil ways | |
| I know crime pays but the rhyme slays nowadays | |
| Take two of these and if you have a problem at all | |
| I'm on call twenty-four hours to brawl, word is bond | |
| Chorus | |
| This is my number, yaknowhati'msayin | |
| 4-9-5-nevermind-nevermind | |
| Chorus | |
| But you that undisputed, and now you theraputic | |
| Bootcampian champion | |
| Chorus | |
| The undisputed, with theraputic | |
| Bootcampian champion, r-o-c, therapy | |
| Chorus: *until fades* |
| Intro: ruck | |
| snoring | |
| Bring in the next patient the patient is sleeping | |
| Bring in his chart the doctor will see you now | |
| How you doin, let' s see what we have here | |
| My name is dr. killpatient | |
| And i' m your psychosssssigmathetamasochistic | |
| Verse one: rock, ruck | |
| All i, seem to, think about is violence | |
| It doesn' t matter if i' m dead sober or i' m bent | |
| It' s strange, i' m not insane or at least i don' t think so | |
| Or am i? you think so doc, truthfully i don' t know | |
| So what do i do i go to my crew and ask for help | |
| But they ain' t no help, they go through the same shit they damn self | |
| So i look deep into the mind of a crook | |
| Then out of nowhere i envision two right hooks | |
| Aww damn, again goes this shit i | |
| Can' t get out of this cycle, dish one got me whipped | |
| From the thought of a brain bashing, doctor stop me | |
| Before i blow my motherfuckin top g | |
| See that leather sofa over there? yeah | |
| Sit back with this sixpack and a spliff | |
| That have your mind twisted while we chitchat i like that | |
| I think that, we should start with the session uhhuh | |
| But before we begin let me ask you a few questions uhhuh | |
| Have you been touched the wrong way? nah | |
| Involved in gun play yeah | |
| The town let me guess acquited like you was o. j. how you know? | |
| Typical black life you jack knifes under a sea biscuit | |
| Get specific an stop fuckin around wit that crack rock yo i don' t smoke doze | |
| Yes you do duke i can tell | |
| Cuz you actin funny, like when blacks get money | |
| Brummy jazz only married to jawana | |
| And instead of helping you' re getting me heated like a sauna | |
| Just trying to get into your head | |
| Pardon the way i treat you | |
| Tell me bout your scar, did your momma beat you nah man | |
| Fuck the mystery duke tell me your history | |
| You' re pissin me off | |
| Plus the time keep on clippin see | |
| Chorus: | |
| I need a doctor to give me some therapy | |
| I need a doctor to check my, my brain | |
| Verse two: rock, ruck | |
| As i think back, to the nineties | |
| That' s when life got extra grimy | |
| Multiplied with a fleet behind me | |
| Wasn' t smart to try me, physical fam gave less than a | |
| Which added on to eighties anger tearing through my inner | |
| now we' re gettin somewhere, yah it' s all becoming clear | |
| I always feared i have to play the rear til i was outta here | |
| That' s when i flipped out and became a plane | |
| That transform into a robot rokk da kids was his name | |
| one of them decep niggaz yup takin dope clothes and then some | |
| I bend some did you have any legal source of income? | |
| I said farewell to welfare crazy long ago | |
| They want you to work for them peanuts now | |
| Man you need a shrink if you think i' ma go huh | |
| Then any thoughts and hopes of rehabilitation | |
| Were chilled when i lost my nigga phil it' s been downhill | |
| Ever since, and ain' t nobody helpin me | |
| So i came to you, the doctor killpatients for therapy | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: ruck | |
| Bust the prognosis, better yet duke have a dosage | |
| Of prescribed poetry that people perceive as potent | |
| I' ve been goin through your file and i found a conclusion | |
| That you destined to be the best in this world of confusion | |
| You lose when you fall victim to evil ways | |
| I know crime pays but the rhyme slays nowadays | |
| Take two of these and if you have a problem at all | |
| I' m on call twentyfour hours to brawl, word is bond | |
| Chorus | |
| This is my number, yaknowhati' msayin | |
| 495nevermindnevermind | |
| Chorus | |
| But you that undisputed, and now you theraputic | |
| Bootcampian champion | |
| Chorus | |
| The undisputed, with theraputic | |
| Bootcampian champion, roc, therapy | |
| Chorus: until fades |
| Intro: ruck | |
| snoring | |
| Bring in the next patient the patient is sleeping | |
| Bring in his chart the doctor will see you now | |
| How you doin, let' s see what we have here | |
| My name is dr. killpatient | |
| And i' m your psychosssssigmathetamasochistic | |
| Verse one: rock, ruck | |
| All i, seem to, think about is violence | |
| It doesn' t matter if i' m dead sober or i' m bent | |
| It' s strange, i' m not insane or at least i don' t think so | |
| Or am i? you think so doc, truthfully i don' t know | |
| So what do i do i go to my crew and ask for help | |
| But they ain' t no help, they go through the same shit they damn self | |
| So i look deep into the mind of a crook | |
| Then out of nowhere i envision two right hooks | |
| Aww damn, again goes this shit i | |
| Can' t get out of this cycle, dish one got me whipped | |
| From the thought of a brain bashing, doctor stop me | |
| Before i blow my motherfuckin top g | |
| See that leather sofa over there? yeah | |
| Sit back with this sixpack and a spliff | |
| That have your mind twisted while we chitchat i like that | |
| I think that, we should start with the session uhhuh | |
| But before we begin let me ask you a few questions uhhuh | |
| Have you been touched the wrong way? nah | |
| Involved in gun play yeah | |
| The town let me guess acquited like you was o. j. how you know? | |
| Typical black life you jack knifes under a sea biscuit | |
| Get specific an stop fuckin around wit that crack rock yo i don' t smoke doze | |
| Yes you do duke i can tell | |
| Cuz you actin funny, like when blacks get money | |
| Brummy jazz only married to jawana | |
| And instead of helping you' re getting me heated like a sauna | |
| Just trying to get into your head | |
| Pardon the way i treat you | |
| Tell me bout your scar, did your momma beat you nah man | |
| Fuck the mystery duke tell me your history | |
| You' re pissin me off | |
| Plus the time keep on clippin see | |
| Chorus: | |
| I need a doctor to give me some therapy | |
| I need a doctor to check my, my brain | |
| Verse two: rock, ruck | |
| As i think back, to the nineties | |
| That' s when life got extra grimy | |
| Multiplied with a fleet behind me | |
| Wasn' t smart to try me, physical fam gave less than a | |
| Which added on to eighties anger tearing through my inner | |
| now we' re gettin somewhere, yah it' s all becoming clear | |
| I always feared i have to play the rear til i was outta here | |
| That' s when i flipped out and became a plane | |
| That transform into a robot rokk da kids was his name | |
| one of them decep niggaz yup takin dope clothes and then some | |
| I bend some did you have any legal source of income? | |
| I said farewell to welfare crazy long ago | |
| They want you to work for them peanuts now | |
| Man you need a shrink if you think i' ma go huh | |
| Then any thoughts and hopes of rehabilitation | |
| Were chilled when i lost my nigga phil it' s been downhill | |
| Ever since, and ain' t nobody helpin me | |
| So i came to you, the doctor killpatients for therapy | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: ruck | |
| Bust the prognosis, better yet duke have a dosage | |
| Of prescribed poetry that people perceive as potent | |
| I' ve been goin through your file and i found a conclusion | |
| That you destined to be the best in this world of confusion | |
| You lose when you fall victim to evil ways | |
| I know crime pays but the rhyme slays nowadays | |
| Take two of these and if you have a problem at all | |
| I' m on call twentyfour hours to brawl, word is bond | |
| Chorus | |
| This is my number, yaknowhati' msayin | |
| 495nevermindnevermind | |
| Chorus | |
| But you that undisputed, and now you theraputic | |
| Bootcampian champion | |
| Chorus | |
| The undisputed, with theraputic | |
| Bootcampian champion, roc, therapy | |
| Chorus: until fades |
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