Heltah Skeltah - Therapy lyrics

Bring in the next patient
Vinia Mojica: The patient is sleeping
Bring me his chart
Vinia Mojica: The doctor will see you now
How you doing, my man? Let’s see what
We have here my name is Dr killpatient
And I’m your psychosssssigmathetamasochistic
Rockness Monsta
Hey, what’s up, doc? Ayyo, doc
Here’s the problem here

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 their 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
This one got me whipped
On the thought of a brain bashing doctor
Stop me
Before I blow my motherfucking top, G

See that leather sofa over there?
(yeah) sit back with this six pack
And a spliff that’ll have your
Mind twisted while we chit-chat
(I like this)
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)
Get time? Let me guess: acquitted
Like you was OJ? (How’d you know?)
Typical black life
You jackknife son of a sea biscuit
Get specific and stop fucking around
With that crack rock
(Yo, I don’t smoke jumbs) yes you do, duke
I can tell ‘Cause you’re acting funny like
When blacks get money
(Bummy Jab’s only married to Juana
And instead of helping)
(You’re getting me heated like
A sauna) just trying
To get into your head Pardon
The way I treat ya
Tell me ‘bout your scar did
Your mama beat ya? (Nah, man)
Fuck the mystery, duke tell me your history
You’re pissing me off, plus the
Time keep on slipping, see?

I need a doctor to give me some therapy
I need a doctor to check my, my brain

As I
Think back to the ‘90s, 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 ‘80s anger
Tearing through my inner
(Now we’re getting somewhere
Yeah) it’s all becoming clear
I always feared I’d have to play the
Rear ‘til I was outta here
That’s when I flipped out and
Became a plane that trans-
-formed into a robot
"Rock Da Kids" was his name (One of them)
(Decept’ niggas?) Yep
Taking dope clothes and then some
I bent 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
And you need a shrink if you think I’ma go
(Huh) Then any thoughts and
Hopes of rehabilitation
Were killed when I lost my
Nigga Phil it’s been downhill
Ever since, and ain’t nobody helping me, so
I came to you, the Dr killpatients
For therapy

I need a doctor to give me some therapy
I need a doctor to check my, my brain

What’s the
Prognosis? Better yet, duke, have a dosage
Of prescribed poetry that people
Perceive as potent
I’ve been going through your
File and I found, in conclusion
That you’re 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

I need a doctor to give me some therapy
I need a doctor to check my, my brain

This is my number
Ya know’m saying? 4-9-5-Nevermind-Nevermind
But, you the
Undisputed, and now you’re therapeutic Boot
Campion champion come on, man
Can’t get with me and give
Me my damn money back
The undisputed with therapeutic
Boot Camp champion, r-O-C
Check my brain, check my brain therapy
I need therapy ayyo, man, don’t fuck with
That doctor, son that nigga ain’t shit
Man he crazy his goddamn self
You know karate
But, I know c razy therapeutic and undisputed