Brain Elementary - Oxycontin Opioid Crisis

[Sintax] Just another one of god's little building blocks i guess Do my best to bail out my chest, My back to bake your progress I can only guess what i might be when i grow up Maybe saturate the earth if me and oxygen hook up Maybe fuel a rocket ship so that kids can learn to dream Got fire in my bones and so i'm prone to blow off steam I'm the breath of the sun, from its lung to far flung Got isotopes to poke fun and compounds to become But wait, what have you done? feel the burn that overcomes In the plume of my cloud; death to bloom so well endowed Just to shake the earth apart you plan to make my heart to break Scorch the earth and burn my memory with the lives you made me take Coz i'm hydrogen, heaven or hell within my walls Hold my breath and seek peace each time humanity calls And you can call it elementary Blend with symmetry Periodically we all come together Like it was meant to be [Listener] Through the pressure, i take what you give me and create diamonds Shining when the smoke clears from all the violence Choking out life when it's begging with arms open Sneaking out lungs suffocating without holding Punishing brain cells when i speak my straight prose Say how i'm taking o2's innocence as i boast Rain on the aftermath like cold wind in the desert To send chemical baths starting your growth spurt Drafting out plans to deliver the right reason Stifling life and changing with all seasons I'll be the carbon copy, graphite and on paper Crystallizing oxygen that burns into vapor [Manchild] Yo, my very presence is a beacon speaking through the dark Hearkening hardened hearts and those so far apart to step inside And my reason for being is just to shine bright, and that's my right But evil men confine me to bar signs and steal my limelight So many find sight beneath my reds, blues and greens Love, brawls, crime-scenes amongst the many things that i've seen When i'm large on broadway, main attraction type of program My trance will pacify and catch your eyes like butterflies Wonder why under my glow all the hookers look so pretty Yo i guess all the time they sit with me from here to sin city I see past them as they please on the street corners where they work I illuminate so bright, i see they souls and they hurt I seen adulterous affairs in all the motels where i work I might burst into tears if i don't die laughing first My name is neon; i glow, i flash, i dim, i flicker I hypnotize the world with some words in a picture [Freddie bruno] The dark matter that can't be created or destroyed Existed when time began as a pointless void At the ignition of gunpowder i become airborne And reconfigure anatomy like i was liz claiborne A non-malleable metal that covers your date I'm the impeccable toxin on your china in place I've been a prisoners accessory from armory to weaponry Paperweight to deadweight to keys to treasuries I'm a guide to magnetism, a basis for stationary A library of rudimentary sound queries Profound theories and my series of relevance Seated at the table of periodic elements [Playdough] From outskirts of outbursts before shouts burst You must intake what's emitted from the plants and the trees Me, i've been around and pounded by the lung Responsible for breath control on songs sung The final exhale for the lives that diminish To the last push on christ's words when it was finished From obscure to the obvious I obtained and occupy this whole sky My oh my i fly, but offhand It's odd i could sink the mighty men, me and hydrogen Make it official we combine for the ocean And i send the oscillating breeze so please I outlast and outshine while you're outlined in some chalk I just walk through orbit, the rest of them forfeit I'm outward searching for some lungs for courtship So you could abort ship and scorch it Then i most enjoy when hearts overflow, Coz i supply the fuel for songs to overthrow The flesh we override, it's best to coincide With the one who that you, so we flow through with o2 Hook [x4]: [And] you can call it elementary Blend with symmetry Periodically we all come together Like it was meant to be

Lil Pump jugging, bih, been jugging since a baby (Since a baby) I fuck Haitian bitches and I fuck them Chinese ladies (I do) I don't fuck your OG 'cause that bitch do got rabies (Heh?) I hope I fucked a bitch but I ain't gon' have a baby (Nah) I been selling bricks since elementary (Elementary) I been hitting licks since elementary (Elementary) Bitch I'm Lil Pump, trapper of the century (Of the century) Bitch I'm Lil Pump, trapper of the century Elementary (1st grade) Elementary (2nd grade) Elementary (3rd grade) Elementary (4th grade) Elementary (5th grade) Elementary (1st grade) Elementary (3rd grade) Elementary I been serving bricks since like the 1st grade I been counting bands, balling like I'm D. Wade Lil Pump jugging, bih, been jugging since a baby (Since a baby) I fuck Haitian bitches and I fuck them Chinese ladies (I do) I don't fuck your OG 'cause that bitch do got rabies (Heh?) I hope I fucked a bitch but I ain't gon' have a baby (Nah) Bitch I'm Lil Pump, pull up with a fuckin' shotty (Brrr) Everywhere I go, bitch, I gotta have my thotty (My thotty) I pull to the cut strapped up like a fucking army (Let's get it) Like my nigga Darko, bitch, I always keep it on me (Ooh)

Verse 1: I hear the same old rhyme, the same old style The same old runner has ran the mile See, I don't know exactly what you know But what I know is that stuff gotta go Usually when I pick up the mic Something ill jumps out my mouth for that night I like to talk about fact not fiction I got some fantasy rhymes but just listen Everything I write is premeditated Suckas wanna fake it, I just hate it Bitin routines or sayin somethin kinda weak My words are comprehended every time I speak Or have spoken, no I'm not jokin Please don't sleep, I hope you are awoken Stop! Try this again, you had enough? Say when I am the man with the six-pack of Heineken I get tipsy But never in your life try to dis me Cos I don't battle with rhymes, I battle with guns Knowledge reigns supreme over nearly every one If you take the first letter of what I just sung You spell my name "KRS-One" It's elementary Elementary Verse 2: DJ Scott LaRock and I: KRS-One Our mother's first son and no, we'll never run From complex situations like you T-O-Y-S's Always talkin junk, yet in jail, you're rockin dresses I have arrived for the purpose of joy Unlike any ordinary Bronx b-boy I will volunteer my services and launch an attack On you fake educators with your yakety-yak This is a fact, the teacher is here now in the flesh Consistently hounded by you MC pests If you really want to learn from me Don't waste time in burnin me Cos ignorance and inexperience does not concern me I will emphasize so you will realize and come alive Never close your eyes, never sleep or you might take a dive Many people hate me, many people love me Some are far below me And you know there's some above me But this, my hypothesis, to conclude the story All you fake MC's on a mission, you bore me I'm the Blastmaster KRS on the mic Watchin all these females rock their pants too tight Cos there's no other creative composition on display That give a full analysis and rock this way You will pay, eventually you all will decay While the DJ Scott LaRock will continue to play Cuttin records, drivin cars, and you'll know who we are Make a mix just for kicks And you'll be on our tip And, oh yes, there's a highlight to the show, of course You hear DJ Scott LaRock (Go off! Go off!) (Scott La Rock) (Go off! Go off!) x8 Verse 3: Boogie Down Productions, no reduction to its title If you have a headache, toys, go and take a Midol We have arrived for the purpose of enjoyment You have arrived to make up for unemployment You're on it only cos I learned just how to flaunt it I breathed a rhyme upon you like a sickness and you caught it Quick, get off the tip, trick, you must be sick Like a doctor here's my bill, I wrote it out with a Bic Signed my name upon the bottle cos you know I just rocked em But gettin into battles really isn't my thing You're probably thinking these are the rhymes for the century But please don't mention me It's only elementary Elementary All it really is to me and Scott La Rock... is elementary Elementary Elementary