Texty:
Doctors Of Evolution

holdin it's own Let the barrel announce my ferocity Twist spacious velocities For haters watchin me Make your block an atrocity Break you down microscopic Only doctors

Supreme gangsta shit, we dream gangsta shit Yes, yes, yeah what is it? What is it? Doctor, is everything alright? Yes, I'm straight, go to bed Yeah, yeah

it on the one, black, and we don't stop Making records that people are cold checking and respecting and It rocks, the sales won't stop, those of the Doctor

. Deflected labor ethic questions peeled at the field workers. Is it raw? Please... does a priest need a ten-foot pole to baptize little Linus minus the lap ride and tease? Evolution

spent my whole life caught up in a cloud to make the headlines But freedom calling me revolution Freedom calling Revolution inside The doctor

mary's baby's eyes are green potential power still unseen morals cleansed in ethylene and conceive the latent gene mary's baby's eyes are black a dinucleic heart attack and the doctor

the way that they feel Milligrams in the raw, snow-cut, check how I label the pill It's MD, the spit-doctor, chant like a witch-doctor Recite me, and

You told the soldiers fight for god got them slaugthering kids now they sick taking naked flicks at Abu Ghraib this is, a step back, not evolution for

shit [rain pouring] Yes [electric shock, beaker tingling] Yes [knock on dorr] Yeah what is it? [continual knocking on door] What is it?!? (Doctor, is