Substance D - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Despot]

Every time a bell rings an angel gets a headache

The other shoulder's home to a devil yelling "checkmate"

Fix it on your own with a pebble and some stretch-fate

Patron saint of "Take away the pain at the best rates"

Just take two of these and call me in the morning

Match a color to your sickness quick and skim over the warnings

Or take two more and try to dial "dead"

Now that's one less thing to think about while getting out of bed

Doctor said feeling bad's not reserved for the stupid

I can't make it better but I'll see through that you sleep through it

Broken brain, blue, scoopin' a crude capsule of nooses

Bring us your blank stares we'll fill 'em in with abuses

How many milligrams to kill a common cold?

And how many more to make you forget that you're getting old?

The best package for expending your misery in the gold

Treasure-digging in that mammoth pile of out with the old

In with the new miracle medicine, easier living regimen

Knowing is half the battle, retiring forgetful veterans

Shoulders slumped over a barrel of you'll never be upset again

Locked and loaded, escaped, it ain't half as cloudy as heaven is

Reveling picking a kingdom fit for you

While the rest of them are toiling over tying their shoes

One to your health, and another put your mind on something else

Famous sleep deprived city finally found itself help

[Hook: Despot]

A few clicks of the cap to feel better

A new trick to attract a big spender

Come get a spot in line for a feel-good bender

Why settle? Change your mind, limited supplies, enter

And I hope you get well soon

Jump on the speedy recovery boom

Yeah I hope you get well soon

Get on that speedy recovery boom

[Verse 2: Despot]

Kicked that old non-habit-forming shit

Mr. go and stub your toe on a childproof lid

Spoonful of sugar chasing down a reason to live

Smooth pusher pulling pleasure out disease with a twist

Flick of the wrist pops open the pearly gates, slow traffic

Break the only egg you got and put fragments in seven baskets

'Til you counting amount of colored bottles lining your jacket

Reassurance is standing right under God's magnet

Look it up, that's the stuff. Take an extra one for luck

Grubby finger reaching down to pull you out of the muck

Same hands that fashioned man scribbled frenzied 'til they blister

Make the pad blast cures out as quick as he could script 'em

That's all it did, just puddled with the putty of creation

Only take a break to point at the direction where the pain went

Great, here's another one, pummel 'em 'til the brain bends

Name on the label and directions on the same print

Said he couldn't see it clearly as they [?]

Those puzzled picture pieces limp on broken jigsaw fittings

Power struggles said it need a couple more to fix the vision

The blunder that repeats until they spoon out of the prison

Drugstore cowboys, blazing guns, hope burglars

See the steam of salvation rising off of each burner

Either feed the foul patient or survive to seem hurt-up

Give him what he holds sacred and prescribe the beast murder