Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Medicated, sedated, breath, take it,
meditate it yet panic attacks make it,
tough, chest caved in, hopin' less pain is,
love, til the rest of the brain is drugged,
a miserable fuck that's ticked by the notions,
listen but it's close-end, sittin' on his tokens,
view the boat dent, puke drips to the Ocean,
movin' too fast and got sick by the motion,
I guess this what life is, nice bids,
til your hand goes up and everythings priceless,
like why can't I win? and Life - You'd like his,
no fight, wimps, waitin' for the black light, abyss,
So sleep on me and you might drift,
but still you sleep alert with one eye flipped,
a lost soul, one that Jesus Christ missed,
as Lord is my savior I will do right, fit,
but I slipped and I fell to the ground,
nobody to pick me up or to help when I'm down,
counselor, not a sound, I confide in the pill,
confidence back eventhough I'm hidin' the ill
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[Chorus] x2
I'm The Shit You Can Tell By How I Walk,
Pants Low, Middle Finger To The Law,
Nah, you can't knock, you aint true you all talk,
Head High, Ridin' Threw The Fog
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[Verse 2]
who's human? ya'll just a bunch of assholes,
with mad holes in your theories like a lasso,
so I alienate people, put em in capsules,
out for the cash roll, feelin' like I'm Castro,
not Fidel, the oil cause my price is risin',
the rhymes ties in to the life that I'm in,
so my smiles hidin' until the ice is diamonds,
not abiding and cops can swipe my license,
how can I right all my sins? Talk around Priests?
rather speak to a shrink then have em talkin' down me,
ya'll not above me so you can't trample me,
still I have down and ups like livin' on a Trampoline,
I'm maxed out like a car at it's highest speed,
or a credit card ya daughter assigned this week,
playin' finders keep like your cash is mine,
and if I'm speakin' outta context, keep my ass in line
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[Chorus] x2
I'm The Shit You Can Tell By How I Walk,
Pants Low, Middle Finger To The Law,
Nah, you can't knock, you aint true you all talk,
Head High, Ridin' Threw The Fog
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[Verse 3]
These doctors drop pills and they open throats,
so either you overdose or you just comatose,
Uppin' Your Prescriptions, you better close em both,
or catch more heat than the coals you load in boats,
let the chosen go, rise til there's no more flow,
no more beats, no more glow, just some frozen loans,
had to close your own, account, catch your actions,
or fuck up and apologize to Jesse Jackson,
address these taxes, we payin' with little gain,
social security will die before I'm middle aged,
so where's my fiscal gain? blow the whistle late,
they won't listen, shame, so now the fiddle plays,
so in ways it's got you down, head's to the floor,
pick up the bullets then to the desk in the drawer,
you pull out your 44 not destined for more,
all a Side Effect as your chest hits the boards
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[Chorus] x2
I'm The Shit You Can Tell By How I Walk,
Pants Low, Middle Finger To The Law,
Nah, you can't knock, you aint true you all talk,
Head High, Ridin' Threw The Fog
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[Verse 4]
better watch your mouth or you could lose,
both the legs that you can't fix with wood glue,
I push through witta attitude, chicks gave me,
can you blame me? I've had more sit-downs than Dick Cheney,
a heart attack you better call a cab,
cause your ass almost 'signed off' like an autograph,
so you get out the Car, to the ER, no Stamos,
you came close, stress is where the blame goes,
man, you was better off going to a physician,
cause all they did was waste time and give a prescription,
listin' symptoms is nothing but their cliff notes,
that's piss poor, and you'll be when ya bill's wrote,
but your still a stroke, away, onto Coumadin',
let the do-good end, tunnel ahead's luminant,
code blue and you is dead, family cries to bed,
attitudes and lives change, it's just a side effect
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[Chorus] x2
I'm Th
