This is a song about "Internal mrdicine"

Using depictions of my internal infliction

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Delivering raps with large blast causing internal brain blast,i'm always leaving

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Lyric revived, adrenaline is what powers my humanly internal drive

Instead of talking about real issues and internal pain

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

My internal skills are nothing you can run after,your raps don't

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Astral projections, see my internal reflections

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

That internal exorcist, expanding the intimate

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the