Caffeine, Nicotine, Nazarene
Reason and Hip-Hop had some sex one night... and that's pretty much where I came from. Yeah, I didn't know concepts could do that either. Totally confusing.
Lyrics
When we get hitched, it'll be hard to get divorced
What do I do? I'm a pharmacist of sorts
Prescribe somethin nice to help me calm you in the storm
So even after we're in business I can target you some more
But this ain't like the others, I know you're thinkin it's a ruse
But it'll get you off the pills and it'll get you off the booze
Keep your lungs smoke free, so what do you got to lose?
Just give up your soul, He gave it to you anyway
And He can take it back, god dammit, when you're at Heaven's gate
Get in his good graces, there ain't no "if" about it
Hell is gonna freeze over the day this fuckin book changes
Just take another dose and let your brain slowly atrophy
I'll tell you why you need it at our weekly social gathering
Needles, pills, addicts, lines
Mullahs, priests, crackers, wine
Caffeine and nicotine dull my troubles in the midst
But there's nothing that compares to the Sunday morning fix
One day, a quarter million years in the past of us
When homo sapien took his first steps in Africa
The primates were given souls, and all trouble was our cause
'Cause sapien had the only soul subject to God's laws
But if salvation only comes through faith in Jesus and His word
And He teaches you the cure... what of the 250,000
Years of human sinners that were born too early to have heard?
Burn the pages where this blasphemy is written
Reason: the only sin that cannot be forgiven
Then put it on the internet, a Challenge for the children
The circus that ensued is what I call a setup
For Pascal's Wager and his false dilemma
I"ve learned the rhetoric enveloping rap
So I could better hit the center of the head where it's cracked
Just to get Hell to react. F***, I'll plummet
'Cause knowledge is the panoramic sculpture of it
Your feeling is not the same as the truth of the vibe
The word of God as diluted by the views of the scribes
Nooses disguised as necklaces on which a crucifix lies
And the youth is enticed, speaking to the rhythm
Children are citizens who have no freedom of religion
And when they become parents, it's locked on victims
Growing up with a modified Stockholm Syndrome
All those Christians locked in their own prison
A chronic induced vision, dependencies rise
A fix leading to a comfort you can settle inside
If you think you've had a vision, give your eyes a rest
It'll take a lot more before I'm impressed
Because the brain projects what the mind expects
Shh... check on him while he's vibin'
This is his favorite way to injest a symbolic tyrant
