| Song | Panacea |
| Artist | Lojique |
| Album | Language Arts |
| [Chorus] | |
| We got the cure for mortality | |
| The remedy for your self-destructive mentality | |
| Reality check, one, two, look to the firmament | |
| This is the fix that's permanent, heard of it | |
| [Verse 1: Othello] | |
| Finding the flaws in the immune systems of emcees | |
| Culture-oriented syringes containing the vaccine | |
| Remedy injected melody dissected boom bap infected | |
| Methods of ethics and measures of critical conditions | |
| Missing having to pay the admission fee | |
| By having a friend work at the front desk, or I myself being the emcee | |
| Delivering means of relevancy on CD, heard but never seen | |
| Never me 'cause I believe in face-to-face orientation | |
| Bum-rushing sections if it is or isn't vacant | |
| Press on to my walk with God and pull away from being complacent | |
| The major faith operator | |
| If its dope I'll have to buy it, secular industry infiltrator raider | |
| With the ability to bring verbal ethnicity | |
| To all regions of sick diseased hip hoppers in need of care immediately | |
| I be the O-T-H-E-double-L-O | |
| W,oven into the fabrics of seldom produced material we individuals | |
| [Chorus] | |
| We got the cure for mortality | |
| The remedy for your self-destructive mentality | |
| Reality check, one, two, look to the firmament | |
| This is the fix that's permanent, heard of it | |
| [Verse 2: Page One] | |
| Fresher than newborn, tighter than a shoehorn | |
| Blind mortal men if I appear to them in my true form | |
| Shining like fluorescent, sharp and well-rounded like crescent | |
| Keeping em guessin but retaining the essence | |
| [Verse 3: Othello] | |
| I possess the capability to rock immaculately | |
| For me being connected to C-H-R-I-S-T | |
| And having to deal with diseases is a J-O-B | |
| I'm working minimum wage so when can I get a raise | |
| [Verse 4: Page One] | |
| Phat like a black Magnum 44 graffiti pen | |
| Change like a chameleon so you will not see me when | |
| I drop on you like a thief in the night with a dope banger | |
| And leave these emcees all bent out of shape like a coat hanger | |
| [Verse 5: Othello] | |
| From lingering in the bottom of what I'm not able to see | |
| Is potentially an opportunity to be where God is calling me | |
| Scared to death like it was armed robbery | |
| Do I have to deal with wack material for the rest of my time to sharpen me? | |
| [Verse 6: Page One] | |
| One time for your cranium, taking you through subterranean passages | |
| Perhaps this is gonna blow up or get slept on like mattresses | |
| But after this, you'll be denouncing them wicked practices | |
| Come back to this realm of the living like Lazarus | |
| And ain't no fiction, the prediction is disastrous | |
| A stack of atlases couldn't measure how phat this is | |
| Your blasphemous words'll never get past your lips if you ain't graspin this | |
| Representin God but never took the glory that was His | |
| [Verse 7: Othello] | |
| Isn't it miraculous how people can clap to this | |
| B-boys can dance to this, DJs can scratch to this | |
| Christ and hip hop activists rocking ever so passionate | |
| Changing how they operate, not caring what their habits is | |
| [Chorus] | |
| We got the cure for mortality | |
| The remedy for your self-destructive mentality | |
| Reality check, one, two, look to the firmament | |
| This is the fix that's permanent, heard of it |
| Chorus | |
| We got the cure for mortality | |
| The remedy for your selfdestructive mentality | |
| Reality check, one, two, look to the firmament | |
| This is the fix that' s permanent, heard of it | |
| Verse 1: Othello | |
| Finding the flaws in the immune systems of emcees | |
| Cultureoriented syringes containing the vaccine | |
| Remedy injected melody dissected boom bap infected | |
| Methods of ethics and measures of critical conditions | |
| Missing having to pay the admission fee | |
| By having a friend work at the front desk, or I myself being the emcee | |
| Delivering means of relevancy on CD, heard but never seen | |
| Never me ' cause I believe in facetoface orientation | |
| Bumrushing sections if it is or isn' t vacant | |
| Press on to my walk with God and pull away from being complacent | |
| The major faith operator | |
| If its dope I' ll have to buy it, secular industry infiltrator raider | |
| With the ability to bring verbal ethnicity | |
| To all regions of sick diseased hip hoppers in need of care immediately | |
| I be the OTHEdoubleLO | |
| W, oven into the fabrics of seldom produced material we individuals | |
| Chorus | |
| We got the cure for mortality | |
| The remedy for your selfdestructive mentality | |
| Reality check, one, two, look to the firmament | |
| This is the fix that' s permanent, heard of it | |
| Verse 2: Page One | |
| Fresher than newborn, tighter than a shoehorn | |
| Blind mortal men if I appear to them in my true form | |
| Shining like fluorescent, sharp and wellrounded like crescent | |
| Keeping em guessin but retaining the essence | |
| Verse 3: Othello | |
| I possess the capability to rock immaculately | |
| For me being connected to CHRIST | |
| And having to deal with diseases is a JOB | |
| I' m working minimum wage so when can I get a raise | |
| Verse 4: Page One | |
| Phat like a black Magnum 44 graffiti pen | |
| Change like a chameleon so you will not see me when | |
| I drop on you like a thief in the night with a dope banger | |
| And leave these emcees all bent out of shape like a coat hanger | |
| Verse 5: Othello | |
| From lingering in the bottom of what I' m not able to see | |
| Is potentially an opportunity to be where God is calling me | |
| Scared to death like it was armed robbery | |
| Do I have to deal with wack material for the rest of my time to sharpen me? | |
| Verse 6: Page One | |
| One time for your cranium, taking you through subterranean passages | |
| Perhaps this is gonna blow up or get slept on like mattresses | |
| But after this, you' ll be denouncing them wicked practices | |
| Come back to this realm of the living like Lazarus | |
| And ain' t no fiction, the prediction is disastrous | |
| A stack of atlases couldn' t measure how phat this is | |
| Your blasphemous words' ll never get past your lips if you ain' t graspin this | |
| Representin God but never took the glory that was His | |
| Verse 7: Othello | |
| Isn' t it miraculous how people can clap to this | |
| Bboys can dance to this, DJs can scratch to this | |
| Christ and hip hop activists rocking ever so passionate | |
| Changing how they operate, not caring what their habits is | |
| Chorus | |
| We got the cure for mortality | |
| The remedy for your selfdestructive mentality | |
| Reality check, one, two, look to the firmament | |
| This is the fix that' s permanent, heard of it |