Artist: Dr. Ama Album: Sex, Crime & Audiotape Song: The Diagnosis Typed by: Cno Evil [Dr. Ama] The Doctor, here to read your medical chart Says that MC's suffer from a weak heart Before I start you off with an antibiotic Here's a tablespoon of a real dart, try it Not that weak over the counter shit, they sell ya Fuck what the labels tell ya, good for whatever You also suffer from lack of rhyme skill-itis In your hood, pretended to be good, rhymed the tightest Your producer? Knew he was sick, rap track anonymous Contagious, made you sit and write those weak pages You dying slow, death comes in seven stages My whole team should be quarantined, kept in cages Fake doctor practice, with false credentials Lay down the pencil game with nothing for your mental Perscription simple, go with the veterans 7 Over Dosages, heavy metal medicine Natural antidote, for the poison that they gave ya Doctor always medically able to save ya Prognosis great, vital signs stable Future looking bright like satelline cable Pin point, the origin of infection Seven CC's of hip hop's the injection