[Introduction: Helms Deep]

Good evening class, its Helms the professor

Psychology’s my major, so I’m a health inspector

Don’t get me wrong, I can talk for measures

Select a song, Make a bounce

Add in words like ‘Foreva’

Rhymes past margins, so I’m passing the bell

Marlboro Milds, government coke that they sell

Give us stamps, but don’t regulate the shelves

Hell, we got used to that processed smell

From the codeine to the syrups that they melt

Now I’m about to stir-up

It ain’t hard to tell I flow well, then check mail

Like a multi-tasking snail, playing NHL

I’ll Defend the Dark Arts like I was Cruella de Vil

Too much self-emphasis, S’lets design and rebuild

They looted up on chemicals

With designer pills for cheap thrills

Too Meek to fit the bill

We’re all connected to the director

Disrespecting immigrants, then making motion pictures

I’m prepared to rip that doobie out of Wiz Khalifa’s fingers

No this ain’t a politician’s jingle

I’m trying to end America overseas

But ironically the same troops fighting are sending home trees

Like we need to rebuild the infrastructure

God bless my sisters and brothers

Defending the Dark Arts and I ain’t talking Harry Potter

And the slaughter of an author, only creates a culture martyr

So no I don’t think Shawn Carter murdered Joey’s brother

But if he was to do it, he’s protecting the president

So I’ll stay relevant

I say we kill the two-party system in which we live-in

Its been blocking the wisdom, (by?)

We’ve been given be hewhomustnotbe-mentioned in the same sentence

Exercise the mind it ain’t all kinesthetic

Or teach our youth to not be chemically-dependent

Synthesize the time spent on a bath salt epidemic

Preach moderation and end it

You got a disc tape?

You better eject it, press edit, and think for a second

Cause only God can judge and the industry ain’t ready

(The Industry ain’t ready)