[Verse 1 - Ghostface Killah:] Doctor X enter the crib, worked on the kid Created a mask that allowed me to breathe But couldn't extract the chemicals from my body Poisonous lethal doses, comatosis In and out of conscious, drugs is ferocious The mass release the gas that simmer the soul So my adrenaline stays level not out of control I been contaminated, physically awkward Got wrong for doing right, my attitude salted I'm bitter, I clean up the community Fuck these New York City cops I don’t need the ‘mmunity
[Hook x2 - Ghostface Killah:] Fuck the hour one, prowl the doctor on speed dial Slid to the aisle fixed up the golden child Exquisite doctor, his work of art Created a gas mask to save Tony Starks
[Verse 2 - Pharoahe Monch:] I specialize in telekinesis, recognize the thesis The leading expert on war, and weaponized diseases The brilliant Doctor X, no scientist is colder The master specifically protects you from Ebola Its destruction is impossible, totally irrelevant The compounds are not found on a periodic table of elements Adamantium plus Vibranium the fords fills your bill Will shield your cranium If anyone would try to place the mask upon their face The mask corrupts yah It's designed to match your molecular structure Plus the goal was to give it a touch of luster To match the eagle bracelet adjust to your repulsive thrusters Busta psychology, the wallaby that adapts to the environment That's the militant technology But I digress, I must confess The mass is unequivocally my best invention yet, Doctor X
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