Therapy Lyrics - 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 psychosssssigmathetamasochistic 

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 you 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 they damn self 

So I look deep into the mind of a crook 

Then out of nowhere I envision two right hooks 

Aw damn, again goes this shit 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 motherfuckin' top G 

See that leather sofa over there? Sit back with this six pack 

And a spliff that have your mind twisted while we chit chat 

I think that, we should start with the session 

But before we begin let me ask you a few questions 

Have you been touched the wrong way? Involved in gun play 

The town let me guess acquitted like you was O.J. 

Typical black life you jack knifes under a sea biscuit 

Get specific an stop fuckin' around wit that crack rock 

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 

Fuck 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 

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' dope 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 

Then any thoughts and hopes of rehabilitation 

Were chilled when I lost my nigga Phil it's been downhill 

Ever since and ain't nobody helpin' 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 

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 

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