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lil pharma karma - hipgnostic lyrics

why can’t we focus criminology on things that pertain
to our health, our physiology, psychology and brain?
no apologies to the millions who might be mentally insane
popping all these pig-skins to ease mental strain
can we acknowledge corporate criminals who are steering this train?
and abolish their core principles and sear the remains?
pharmacology has duped us all for profit and gain
at the expense of our own sanity, they mock us in vain
they’re involving you as well as me as they market our pain
they say:
“probably these drugs will make your thoughts seem more sane
but possibly some chemical thugs will hijack your plane”
which is symbolically your mental, not the literal thing
these ideologies and claims that a gift is contained
inside all these medications need to be swiftly changed
if you follow these instructions big pharma wh0r–crews explain
and swallow these obstructions, will karma co-rs- through your veins?
if you feed into the trick-knowledge they propagate and proclaim
the probability of remaining sane goes right down the drain

so take my word for it, don’t take a pill for it
i can’t ignore it, its too important
sh-t’s abborhent, all the torment
that’s fomenting in the poor men and women
the seven headed dragon with benzodiazepine
whats happening? they’re hackin in the masculine
synapses out of whack again
it’s back again, depression isn’t masked
it’s been pushed into the back
while the capsule smacks your gaba
decreasing seratonin, which keeps the error growing
but sinks the terror low and keeps deniro flowin
and keeps you scared of no one
and keeps you scared of knowing
the root cause of the hooplah in your medula oblingata
did you bother to even ponder how pranayama
lasts longer than anything from big pharma?
no? well that’s karma

so f-ck your xanax, f-ck klonopin
they’re just a bandage, f-ck the lot of ’em
f-ck your percoset, f-ck your vicodin
i’m not a person set on f-ckin’ likin ’em

f-ck your xanax, f-ck klonopin
they’re just a bandage, f-ck the lot of ’em
f-ck your percoset, f-ck your vicodin
i’m not a person set on f-ckin’ likin ’em

f-ck your oxy’s, why don’t you just say it:
“adjust my deoxyribonucleic double helix”
the troubled phoenix can’t rise above the crumbled pieces
of the jumbled thesis
the jungle rhesus has flung its feces
a fungal species from the dung increases
the drug decreases and eases these diseases:
anxiety and depression
it’s mighty impressive, ignites new connections
invites new perceptions, alights true intentions
and fights the rude aggression in spite of blue regressions
your sights renewed, a blessing
when dried, consume their lesson
you might exhume some precious
vitamins and minerals without hidin ’em in your dinner rolls
the psilocybe’s hospitable, makes wiser men of sicker folk
but pfizer be the criminals and vicodin plays a bigger role
i’d sniper all their bitter souls for their genocides and pill swindles
but i guess i’ll be the better guy and chill a little…

i imagine if hippocrates were watchin all these atrocities
committed by the pharmacies
he’d probably return to earth with such remarkable velocity
to stop what he had started
see, we took the staff of hermes
and made it simple and so dubious
like the books, they have us burning
the ancient symbol of cauduceus
your gluteus maximus ain’t pusillanimous
your habit sits in the damaged pits
within the hippocampus
it’s exactly where the addict lives
reactions by this catalyst
are fear and inner worthlessness
you can choke down all them percosets
but it’s a joke, they’ll never work to fix your issues
whose whole purpose is for teaching
quit reaching for that perfect peach to eat
it’s way too high up in that pharma tree
the only ladder long enough to breach
the levels of your own psychiatry is jacob’s
but the catch is that’s a parable
comparable to the veritable kingdom within
i know it’s terrible but the key to treating all addiction
is seeking peace from your sins
achieve deep meditation
your chi’s medication
the remediation
of traumatic invasive bouts of panic replaced with
a gracious outlook thats based in
ancient mystical alchemical occult operations

alprazolam, clonazepam, diazepam
promethazine, amphetamine and codeine
hyrdocodone, oxycodone
these contraband go hand in hand with the fall of man
depression be man’s destiny
can’t rest in peace not knowing your own soul though

so f-ck your xanax, f-ck klonopin
they’re just a bandage, f-ck the lot of ’em
f-ck your percoset, f-ck your vicodin
i’m not a person set on f-ckin’ likin ’em

f-ck your xanax, f-ck klonopin
they’re just a bandage, f-ck the lot of ’em
f-ck your percoset, f-ck your vicodin
i’m not a person set on f-ckin’ likin ’em

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