Listen to Therapy song with lyrics from Heltah Skeltah

Therapy

Heltah Skeltah3 Mar 2003

Therapy Lyrics

Therapy - Heltah Skeltah

 

Bring in the next patient the patient is sleeping

Bring in his chart the Doctor will see you now

How you doin let's see what we have here

My name is Dr Killpatient

And I'm your psychossss sigmathe tamasochistic

 

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 sh*t they 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 sh*t I

Can't get out of this cycle dish one got me whipped

From the thought of a brain bashing Doctor stop me

Before I blow my motherf**kin top G

See that leather sofa over there Yeah

Sit back with this six-pack and a spliff

That have your mind twisted while we chit-chat I like that

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

The town let me guess acquited

Like you was O J How you know

Typical black life you jack

Knifes under a sea biscuit

Get specific an stop f**kin around wit

That crack rock Yo I don't smoke doze

Yes you do Duke I can tell

Cuz you actin funny like when blacks get money

Brummy jazz only married to Jawana

And instead of helping

You're getting me heated like a sauna

Just trying to get into your head

Pardon the way I treat you

Tell me bout your scar did

Your momma beat you Nah man

F**k the mystery Duke tell me your history

You're pissin me off

Plus the time keep on clippin see

I need a doctor to give me some therapy

I need a doctor to check my my brain

Verse Two Rock Ruck

As I think back to the nineties

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 eighties anger tearing through my inner

Now we're gettin somewhere yah It's all becoming clear

I always feared I have to

Play the rear til I was outta here

That's when I flipped out and became a plane

That transform into a robot Rokk Da Kids was his name

One of them Decep niggaz

Yup takin d**e clothes and then some

I bend 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

Man you need a shrink if you think I'ma go huh

Then any thoughts and hopes of rehabilitation

Were chilled when I lost my ni**a Phil it's been downhill

Ever since and ain't nobody helpin me

So I came to you the Doctor Killpatients for therapy

I need a doctor to give me some therapy

 

I need a doctor to check my my brain

Bust the prognosis better yet Duke have a dosage

Of prescribed poetry that people perceive as potent

I've been goin through your file and I found a conclusion

That you 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

I need a doctor to give me some therapy

 

I need a doctor to check my my brain

I need a doctor to give me some therapy

 

I need a doctor to check my my brain

I need a doctor to give me some therapy

 

I need a doctor to check my my brain

I need a doctor to give me some therapy

 

I need a doctor to check my my brain

I need a doctor to give me some therapy

 

I need a doctor to check my my brain

I need a doctor

 

I need a doctor

 

I need a doctor to check my my brain

 

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***