{Verse 1}

Medicate me, as if I'm under the weather, no umbrella or
Betty Ford for,
My addiction to this diction's like Ripken to the Diamond
I'm rhyming as if Rocafella (diamond) pays me (TRANSITIVE property LOGIC)
Hell awaits me, for the hell i raised
mama raised a little devil what the hell i say?
mama aint raise me to peddle but i swear its just like riding a bike
i settled down and got some better brakes
fell a couple times
got hella scrapes
tryna elevate the G double O.D. fella way
now celebrate im living G double O.D.
Fella pray, I don't O.D. I'm H double O.D from the cellar wait
Im from the basement
so imagine what that base(drugs) meant
a means to some great ends
now its just mean when coupled with my orations <--(bass as in beats)
and the aforementioned is partly on what I base them
Im FREEBASSIN

{Verse 2}

G-ROSS, He so remote from the regular he floats
now he copes with air-sickness
So bright that's he's light-headed, enlightened
with loss of appetite, what might you prescribe to him?
Schizophrenic he's divided by life
depending on the issue might decide to be trife
but that guy make it hard for the nigga who fly right
by living with his fly down but still fly like down
"GOOSE, what up nigga?!"
bird of a different feather, feverish check his temperature
bird flu is his curse cool
graduated from the worse school
his personal school of thought? alternative curriculum
Learned to, earn through conditions current to him
When ya dude might could use some Corinthians
so im losing my religion which proves through my living i caught the Antichrist
my antibodies have to fight thaaaaat

{Verse 3}

I am not well,
Touched in the knot, hell
Im losing my hair follicles minoxidil
Rogaine, a whole box to quell what i got sell it as Hip Hop
when I tell I relish it
not well up in ocular spots
fell from the top of the block
nigga from popular rockin belles
to bottom of the map
where the screw and chop music where trunks pop and they yell
from New York Knickerbocker to Rockets I smell
Success in that pot know its hot as all hell
Im diggin in now, im a glutton as well
I know Shells(bullets)/shells(pasta) and cheese(money)/cheese(cheese)
give ya blue box blues (jail and the advertised slogan)
cuz shell casings follow scratch like whelps you follow dat?
add glutton for the pain, a masochist, game for that scratch
if its gain i'll be back at it again
till my back is that maimed and my jacket has stains
but if me and mines eating i could hack it abstain...never