Non Phixion, Uncle Howie - Drug Music lyrics

What is the most important thing
In-in Uncle Howie's life?
Drugs drugs and music

My drug music, therapeutic to the user
Non Phixion slam dance to it
My drug music, therapeutic to the user
Non Phixion slam dance to it
My drug music, therapeutic to the user
Non Phixion slam dance to it
My drug music, therapeutic to the user
Non Phixion slam dance to it

Y'all Valley of the Dolls, Married to the Mob
Fuck Carrie at the proms sabotage
Your God with the kronz
Call my dusk wildin', the rap Dennis Hopper
Black Helicopters smash the teleprompter
Blast in front the Black Sabbath concert
First row hospital nurse blow
Life is good in the hood and when I skis


It snows portable hard drugs, auto-shotguns
We got thugs get my cock sucked by rock
Groupies and pop sluts
Weird chicks with big titties
And pierced clit's
Exotic dancers in love with BILL
The fuck you think?
Catch me at the bar tripping
Off of drugs and drinks
Bloods and Crips, coke dealers
Thugs and pimps
Under the influence of things
I bring the drug music
To shooting you up with dope
Beautifully composed narcotics
It's diabolical
You're like a crackhead prostitute
Without the loot
Witness the music that's responsible

My drug music, therapeutic to the user
Non Phixion slam dance to it
My drug music, therapeutic to the user
Non Phixion slam dance to it
My drug music, therapeutic to the user
Non Phixion slam dance to it
My drug music, therapeutic to the user
Non Phixion slam dance to it

I'm fighting a war inside my mind
The more I've lost, the more I find
The mortified towards the skies, open wide
Rain warm
We leave your brain torn, brainstorm
Till the pain gone
We gonna unify the streets against the beast
So get your gang on
Hang on for life OD, relevant drugs
Heroin buzz, my team some intelligent thugs
Y'all fear emotion
My crew pack the dance floor
Like dance more, me and my man's whore
Slap y'all like handball
It's like a jungle sometimes
We life in gangland
Brooklyn, criminals, thieves
Thugs and hoodlums
Cats'll pull they gun out
Take over your drug route
Then blow off your legs and feet
And order you to run out
I'm in a three piece on
The streets like peace peace
But got guns for you cats who
Wanna see a ceased beef
I don't breathe right
My life don't seem right
I don't sleep nights
And won't till my whole family eats right

My drug music, therapeutic to the user
Non Phixion slam dance to it
My drug music, therapeutic to the user
Non Phixion slam dance to it
My drug music, therapeutic to the user
Non Phixion slam dance to it
My drug music, therapeutic to the user
Non Phixion slam dance to it

I cop this Buick with the seats
Pulled out in the back ways
I keep an ugly pack of villains
Like killers at craps games
Some are religious fasters, some are hype
Some others blasters
Some are dead or in-jail
Fathers or young bastards
I pump the drug music, abuse beats
I been through it
SP's and MPC's, OZ's and QP's
Coke rocks to M3's, get yours to VP's
Work our way up
We don't give a fuck who gets stuck
Getcha ate up
We saw the world laying the cut
I coulda went to college
Stayed in bed with drug scholars
Praying for bricks, fancy whips
Plants and kicks exotic chicks
Tongue pierced play with the pussy clit's
Like click-click
The paparazzi tripping off six
Ripping off kids
The shorty cat who whips with the clip
Like I'm in Vegas with a trunk of coke
Up in your projects and you
Never know I'm selling soap
Smelling the dope hold the pope in Brooklyn
Howie took his wallet plus his laptop
Jumped in the whip
Skidded to the nearest crack spot

My drug music, therapeutic to the user
Non Phixion slam dance to it
My drug music, therapeutic to the user
Non Phixion slam dance to it
My drug music, therapeutic to the user
Non Phixion slam dance to it
My drug music, therapeutic to the user
Non Phixion slam dance to it