Lyrics to Self Medication
You must remember me
You must remember me
Let's go, ayy, now you know, now you know
You must remember me
Now you know, and if you don't know, now you know
You must remember me
Now you know, now you know, now you know, ayy
You must remember me
Now you know, and if you don't know, now you know
You must remember me
I just copped an MPC60 from Japan
As I'm rappin' through this SM7 that's in my hand
Got a quarter-pound of buddha, I'm smokin' it by the gram
If I don't know you, then you know I'm dappin' you up with the left hand
Don't nothin' come close to samplin' ill shit
Not even self-medication, no matter how good the sip
Not the best weed or the things monеy can buy
When I fire up the program, feel likе I can fly
Smokin' dope, listenin' to endless samples on vinyl
My flow primal, it ain't mixed, it ain't the final, but it's still ill
And it still will destroy you decoys
We do this shit in real life, y'all a bunch of motherfuckin' e-boys
We do this shit for MCs, the DJs, the B-Boys that destroy the track
Spent most of my days just tryna avoid the wack
Put it on wax, relax, count stacks, get racks, spit facts
Pop the VHS in, we ain't restin', I'm a beast
The best in the east, capiche? Food for thought, this is the feast
Let it flow, let it go, you ain't know, now you know
You ain't know, now you know, you ain't know, now you—
Flow, let it go, g—, g—, g—, g—, go
You ain't know—, know—, know, now you know
Know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, you ain't know
Know—, know—, now you know
Know—, like—, now—, now you know
Y—, Y—, Y—, Y—, Y—, Y—, Y—, You ain't know, you ain't know
Know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, know
Ayy, y'all old news (What?), I'm the fresh prince (Yeah)
Beast mode on the mic' is how I X men (Oh)
It's cocaine, when I write from the king pen (Yeah)
And this syrup, your bro gon' lean in
To listen to me, I make 'em uncomfortable
My family was the opposite of the Huxtables
I learned how to fuck from a babysitter
It's sick, but I admire the man in the mirror, oh
This rap, 1-0-1, learn from it (Woo)
I act up, twelve steps, I vinyl chub it
And you can't stop the big fish if you gut it
But tryna stop me, you and your boys better cut it (Hahaha)
Ayy, I'm on fire, nigga, F-U
You better protect your neck, with the vest too
And when Logic and Redman on the show
It's problems, bro, you ain't know, now you know
Let it flow, let it go, g—, g—, g—, g—, go
You ain't know—, know—, know, now you know
Know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, you ain't know
Know—, know—, now you know
Know—, like—, now—, now you know
Y—, Y—, Y—, Y—, Y—, Y—, Y—, You ain't know, you ain't know
Know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, know
And today is the only day
And now is the only time
We have (We have)
We have (We have)
We have (We have)
We have (We have)
You ain't know—, know—, know, now you know
Know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, you ain't know
Know—, know—, now you know
Know—, like—, now—, now you know
Y—, Y—, Y—, Y—, Y—, Y—, Y—, You ain't know, you ain't know
Know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, know
Damn, this kid was big as fuck
Haha, yeah, so were you
Ayy, Charles Halls, right there
Ayo, ayo, 6ix
Ayy, what up
Ayy, bro, hop in, hop in, man
What's good?
What up
Ayy, what up, 6ix?
What's up, my heavy Indian nigga?
Oh, man, fuck you, Castro, what's up, dawg?
What's good, Lenny, Logic?
D.C., here we come
I got some jam and an ounce, where the bitches at?
Nah, where the beats at
Man, in my computer at my dorm room, like, shit, boy
Ayy, let me roll the blunt though
Ayy, don't fuck that shit up, you can't roll for shit
Oh, shit, it's BossPlayer
Ayy, Boss, what's good, man?
(Yo, I'm at Bohemian Caverns doin' sound check)
(I just wanna make sure they have the right setlist for tonight)
Bet, read it off, what you got?
(All I Do, Mind of Logic, Bangin', Are You Ready, Stewie Griffin, Young Sinatra I and II, Back and Forth, Just Another Day, Stain in the Game, and Nothing But a Hero)
Yeah, sounds perfect
(Okay, bet, how far are y'all?)
Uh, we're still in Maryland
But we should be in D.C. in like forty-five minutes
(Okay, perfect, see you then)
See you soon, my beautiful black-ass African nigga
(Ayy, fuck you, Castro)
I'm just fuckin' with you
(Alright, yeah, whatever, man)
(Y'all drive safe, okay?)
Alright, peace out, bro
You must remember me
Let's go, ayy, now you know, now you know
You must remember me
Now you know, and if you don't know, now you know
You must remember me
Now you know, now you know, now you know, ayy
You must remember me
Now you know, and if you don't know, now you know
You must remember me
I just copped an MPC60 from Japan
As I'm rappin' through this SM7 that's in my hand
Got a quarter-pound of buddha, I'm smokin' it by the gram
If I don't know you, then you know I'm dappin' you up with the left hand
Don't nothin' come close to samplin' ill shit
Not even self-medication, no matter how good the sip
Not the best weed or the things monеy can buy
When I fire up the program, feel likе I can fly
Smokin' dope, listenin' to endless samples on vinyl
My flow primal, it ain't mixed, it ain't the final, but it's still ill
And it still will destroy you decoys
We do this shit in real life, y'all a bunch of motherfuckin' e-boys
We do this shit for MCs, the DJs, the B-Boys that destroy the track
Spent most of my days just tryna avoid the wack
Put it on wax, relax, count stacks, get racks, spit facts
Pop the VHS in, we ain't restin', I'm a beast
The best in the east, capiche? Food for thought, this is the feast
Let it flow, let it go, you ain't know, now you know
You ain't know, now you know, you ain't know, now you—
Flow, let it go, g—, g—, g—, g—, go
You ain't know—, know—, know, now you know
Know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, you ain't know
Know—, know—, now you know
Know—, like—, now—, now you know
Y—, Y—, Y—, Y—, Y—, Y—, Y—, You ain't know, you ain't know
Know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, know
Ayy, y'all old news (What?), I'm the fresh prince (Yeah)
Beast mode on the mic' is how I X men (Oh)
It's cocaine, when I write from the king pen (Yeah)
And this syrup, your bro gon' lean in
To listen to me, I make 'em uncomfortable
My family was the opposite of the Huxtables
I learned how to fuck from a babysitter
It's sick, but I admire the man in the mirror, oh
This rap, 1-0-1, learn from it (Woo)
I act up, twelve steps, I vinyl chub it
And you can't stop the big fish if you gut it
But tryna stop me, you and your boys better cut it (Hahaha)
Ayy, I'm on fire, nigga, F-U
You better protect your neck, with the vest too
And when Logic and Redman on the show
It's problems, bro, you ain't know, now you know
Let it flow, let it go, g—, g—, g—, g—, go
You ain't know—, know—, know, now you know
Know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, you ain't know
Know—, know—, now you know
Know—, like—, now—, now you know
Y—, Y—, Y—, Y—, Y—, Y—, Y—, You ain't know, you ain't know
Know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, know
And today is the only day
And now is the only time
We have (We have)
We have (We have)
We have (We have)
We have (We have)
You ain't know—, know—, know, now you know
Know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, you ain't know
Know—, know—, now you know
Know—, like—, now—, now you know
Y—, Y—, Y—, Y—, Y—, Y—, Y—, You ain't know, you ain't know
Know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, know
Damn, this kid was big as fuck
Haha, yeah, so were you
Ayy, Charles Halls, right there
Ayo, ayo, 6ix
Ayy, what up
Ayy, bro, hop in, hop in, man
What's good?
What up
Ayy, what up, 6ix?
What's up, my heavy Indian nigga?
Oh, man, fuck you, Castro, what's up, dawg?
What's good, Lenny, Logic?
D.C., here we come
I got some jam and an ounce, where the bitches at?
Nah, where the beats at
Man, in my computer at my dorm room, like, shit, boy
Ayy, let me roll the blunt though
Ayy, don't fuck that shit up, you can't roll for shit
Oh, shit, it's BossPlayer
Ayy, Boss, what's good, man?
(Yo, I'm at Bohemian Caverns doin' sound check)
(I just wanna make sure they have the right setlist for tonight)
Bet, read it off, what you got?
(All I Do, Mind of Logic, Bangin', Are You Ready, Stewie Griffin, Young Sinatra I and II, Back and Forth, Just Another Day, Stain in the Game, and Nothing But a Hero)
Yeah, sounds perfect
(Okay, bet, how far are y'all?)
Uh, we're still in Maryland
But we should be in D.C. in like forty-five minutes
(Okay, perfect, see you then)
See you soon, my beautiful black-ass African nigga
(Ayy, fuck you, Castro)
I'm just fuckin' with you
(Alright, yeah, whatever, man)
(Y'all drive safe, okay?)
Alright, peace out, bro
