Songtext zu 'Breathing Apparatus (feat. E-Roc)' von The Coup

Dr. Bruce, telephone please, Dr. Bruce, telephone please
Paging Dr. Kevorkian, paging Dr. Kevorkian
Nurse, somebody's broken into the amphetamine sulfate again
Paging Dr. Kevorkian, paging Dr. Kevorkian

My motherfucker took led it was unexpected
Mobbed through the do', smelled the disinfectant
Mashed third flo' on the elevator
Seen boots hemmed on the respirator
Death was on his face too soon
C'mon baby holla at your ace boom coon
Tell me who it was and I'll be buckin' like a untamed stallion
Say another word and see me gather a battalion

Shit, I give a fuck who did the killing
Got a puncture in my lung, tell 'em gimme penicillin
Fingertips ain't got no feelin', painkillin', gimme codeine
Don't let me vomit up my guts, let's keep the flo' clean
I seen 'em comin' for a mile through the rearview
I'll tell you one thing bout them po-po's, they don't love you

Sheeyit, like I needed you to tell
Motherfucker make sense - you delirious as hell

Lean over the bed and let me whisper close
Watch these motherfuckers with the stethoscopes
You know I'm uninsured up in this bi-a-tch
My medical plan was to not get shot
I get the

One two three! Code blue!
One two three! Code blue!
Clear!
I've got a pulse

Nurse, what's the status?
Please don't let 'em fuck with my breathing apparatus

I ain't gon' let 'em fuck with your breathing apparatus
Please don't let 'em fuck with my breathing apparatus
I ain't gon' let 'em fuck with your breathing apparatus
Please don't let 'em fuck with my breathing apparatus

I'm feelin' hostile, with this fuckin' hose up my nostril
My bills be colossal, creditors be followin' me
Like apostles, I jostled the fossils
Of thoughts that's given
Fuck these motherfuckers tryin' to pimp me for livin'
Scrape up scrilla for the box I'm in
If we can't hock some ends, for this oxygen

I know what you feelin', we see eye to eye
And it's slugs goin' off if they let you die
I'm fin' ta split like a virus, come back with multiplicity
They always doin' this to the black ethnicity
And anybody offa who dey make moola
This should let you know yo' life's controlled by who da rula
It's some murderous, medical, supervision
Had my baby boy, couldn't get a circumcision
You ain't got insurance that be costin' G's
They be actin' hands off like you got a disease

Ayy, man I got a disease
Damn what you catch?
It's called broke, with no motherfuckin respect
And it's a std, but you ain't never gon' nut
Cause it come from a long legacy of gettin' fucked
I'm finsta make it happen on the phone, shh, shut up!
EJ, get your mom
Aight, hook it up
Shup? This is e, put on yo' shit kickers
And hop on the bus, we need medicare stickers

I ain't gon' let 'em fuck with your breathing apparatus
Please don't let 'em fuck with my breathing apparatus
I ain't gon' let 'em fuck with your breathing apparatus
Please don't let 'em fuck with my breathing apparatus

Motherfuckers tryin to live like the huxtables
Comfortable, but my bank account ain't functional
And now another thing that's disturbin' me
How the fuzz gon' put you in the infirmary?

See I'm a communist, I'll tell yo' momma the truth
And now they want to assassinate me like they John Wilkes Booth
But umm, recognize sperm, cause yo' brain is the maternity
Conception through yo' ear, now my game lasts through
Eternity

Breathe again, breathe again
And I will never breathe again

Breathe again, breathe again
And I will never breathe again

Well, I've been looking at the patient's stats
It seems as if he's lost his will to pay