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pep love - relief


i want it

uh huh ... uh huh ...
yea, yea


i need it

thats right


i got to have it ..

no

all around the world


not a stone left unturned in the search for bliss
and retribution under the urban mist
you might swerve and miss your call
in the midst of all this confusion
i've learned the risk involved with quick fixes
crutches but cruxes
supplements for justice and it just isn't enough for us
case in point: my little cousin jason is facin ten
cuz he cased a joint

of his former place of employment - burger king
but flippin patties, got him ready to murder things
listen to the words i sing
and still niggas on the turf that slang

chemical substances to the men and women who just
can't get enough of this .. now

jack and jill ran up the hill, popped a pill, got credit
and ran up the bill, a dealer got hot headed and ran up
the blocks ready to set it and spread it like chicken pox

put the needle to the vein forget about the pain
put a dolla to your nostril blow a hole in your brain

i knew a cat named james who never been on a plane
but he wanted to fly so he tooted cocaine
claimed to be a true student of the game
but its plain to see his juice is startin to drain

once again its on on a saturday
i'm ready to activate, sit with the gat actin straight
ridiculous, stolen vehicle us niggas just rollin
till we crashed and hit a bus


whats relief? i want it
whats relief? i need it
whats relief? i got to have it

lets release or at least turn over a new leaf


give me an aspirin, whenever my head hurts
give me viagra, when my dick won't work
give me a cigarette, when i'm stressed and after sex
and make the euphoria last past a second
an orgasmic blast is released when i ejaculate
conception is not immaculate
they had to wait, for the next pay cuz life is hectic
pleasure and pain quite connected

mass consumption of instant gratification
pass the medication, ask for nothing, but relief
i need an inoculation, doctor, even though i know your occupation's
really indoctrination, take two of these, it'll put you at ease
but won't, heal the disease, religion and television'll give you a
health condition of bein pidgin holed, its hot in hells kitchin

males cookin the finest slot in the diner it'll make your heart stop
but your taste buds find it appealing

jump up touch the ceiling, master the healing feeling
while i'm revealing the real things, 'stead of a antihistimine
and a pistol, i got a pad and a pencil
give me a remedy free of any inhibiting things
limiting my life and liberty


whats relief? i want it
whats relief? i need it
whats relief? i got to have it

lets release or at least turn over a new leaf


i think they need a hit, send 'em a savior,
to extract the venom within 'em and maybe then they would see the light
and get a grip on the key to life, you'll never find freedom
walking the street at night, in a bottle of wine, a syringe or a pipe,
or up in the night, club dressed in sumtin tight, with just the right
curves and dimensions, muscles tight with fake curls and extensions - or -
muscle bound with his hustle down, packed and scrilla stacked,
but he just a clown

you'll never get it from the money, or get it from the drugs,
you only get it from living your life givin your love
transcended and splendid, but dance with the devil and you're bound
to find a fast ending
comatose from an overdose of the corrosive potion they float to us
coast to coast

whats relief? i want it
whats relief? i need it
whats relief? i got to have it

breath in ... breath out ..
release

breath in ... breath out ..
release