Shako Speel - Edutoxicational Lyrics

I can't feel my face...
I mean I can touch it... but I can't feel it...
"Take a big sniff of these rap lines
I'll have you doped up, red with them glossy eyes
Take a big sniff of these rap lines
I'll have you doped up..."

Crowd around the flow. Know exactly how it goes
Make em feel the "drip" like I was shovin' yowdah down they throat
Vehicular manslaughter as I drive the beat
Mind releasin' anybody comfortable and still asleep
It's your awakenin'. Not free for the takin' over
This shit is raw enough to cook it up with bakin' soda
Blame it on the childhood, blame it on decisions, but
No matter what you think of it. It's still the same feelin'
That's why I give em drugs in the form of conscious music
Revolution, bowel movement. Shittin' on the constitution

("Take a big sniff of these rap lines
I'll have you doped up, red with them glossy eyes
Take a big sniff of these rap lines
I'll have you doped up...")

Sell ya car and ya home for this dope shit
Y'all could overdose with. Don't play around and try to keep ya focus
When I give it up, sniff it up and just feel it
Upliftin' these muhf*ckas, high enough to kiss the ceilin'
Never concealin' any lines I wrote, but it should be a crime
To walk around with rhymes this dope
I'm a brick and I'm just givin' y'all a taste of what I'm made of
It's straight up, pure, no steppin' on it later
A waiter servin' y'all a plate of heaven-favored, for a fiend for this behavior
Let em snort it off the paper

("Take a big sniff of these rap lines
I'll have you doped up, red with them glossy eyes
Take a big sniff of these rap lines
I'll have you doped up...")

"If it doesn't get you high, then what is the point?"
We only medicate the mind to try to anoint the spirit
Through the stress of school, jobs and prison
I'm itchin'. Searchin' for a way to make a livin'
The type to pill pop and clock in, kinda twisted
Cause I don't know when to stop and ask for all of your opinions
I'm dope. Sedative. No joke like it's heroin
And got it mainlinin' from the speaker, through your neck again
The flow ain't sober and it don't feel clean
Make everybody in the crowd do the dope fiend lean

("Take a big sniff of these rap lines
I'll have you doped up, red with them glossy eyes
Take a big sniff of these rap lines
I'll have you doped up...")

Dopesick like I'm outta funds and need another fix
Run the risk of dying, so gimme a minute to spit
The lyrics'll hit harder than a habit to kick
I'm grabbin' a grip. This edutoxicational shit!
Ain't for the weak hearted. It could cause your savior
To flip the f*ck out. Bring the pain through a chemical route
Became everything that your parents warned you about
A livin' nightmare with the need to open his mouth
Play the part of Rick James; "FUCK YO COUCH!"
I'm blowin' this dope smoke by the mushroom cloud