MEDICINE

[Intro: Reviewer] "So Mr. Parker uhh aka Tarzan uhh I see you're in a rap group Called EastHood BrotherHood from Connecticut well I know not much comes out of Connecticut music wise but what are your thoughts on these rappers from surrounding areas that don't account Connecticut for lyrical ability that you seem to have possessed with your time" [Verse 1: Tarzan Tha Rapper] So you claim to be a shotta, body droppa But really you a bitch sippin' coladas never prosper Cause you imposter su casa mi casa no tacos Cause you don't throw beef at Mufasa Pop the top on a PBR then I drink it down Thought that you could fuck wit my clique but whatchu be thinkin' now 40 cal blastin' when we think out loud All this shit I spit for free while you performing' it for like what thirty thou I don't think you get it mofucka so let me break it down Gotchu at a dead end mofucka an you can't turn around Gun tuckin' since I was thumb suckin' it's nothin' blow Twenty something years old you've done nothing you just a child Claim to move that coke and the dope but only be moving bowels Never ran the block or the strip so you always run your mouth Never got, knocked in the teeth so you though that it's allowed Thinking you stick out with this rap shit but you blend in with the crowd Go against opponents like me and you throwing in the towel Try to fucking bomb me but that shit goes right down through the clouds Handle my shit properly no pocket fee just a freestyle I fuck up everybody monogamy's not in me vocab [Again: Reviewer] "Wow that was surprisingly good Honestly I didn't even expect even nearly as close to the skill wise what you just showed like you're white like You're fucking white but you killed it and are you signed by the way cause you know if you're not we might be able to work something out like seriously please seriously" [Verse 2: Tarzan Tha Rapper] Told me that I can't rap but all I see is a jealous bitch My skin colors white but to me that shit is irrelevant Next epidemic no medicine for your prejudice Reppin Connecticut until the day that my death is bitch If they rep the East Coast then mothafuckas is liars I fold em up like clean clothes I grab straight from the dryers Squeezin' on the iron the dragon it's breathin' fire Who the fuck you eyeing mofucka you know who I am I be that, I be that, I be that, I be that! Stone cold killer with a distillery in my liver Chrome millimeter a heater I never shiver I be throwin' up the East Side you never seen someone sicker In your home with the peace sign if someone please give me liquor If I ain't squeezin' titties then guarantee it's a trigger If I paint wit the lyrics you only see half the picture If ya can't fuckin' hear it then maybe turn up the system [Again: Reviewer] "Oh my fucking god! eargasm holy shhhit tabernacle ugh okay we definitely gotta get you like on this soo" [Outro: Tarzan Tha Rapper "Shut the fuck up man I don''t, I don't give a fuck what you think nor do I give a fuck what anybody else thinks so go fuck yourself I'm gonna keep doing this shit for the rest of my life"