Emergency Procedure (feat. Pharoahe Monch)

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

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

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

The master eagle [?] adjust to your repulsive thrusters

Busta psychology, the wallaby that adapts to the environment

Thats the [?] technology

But I digress, I must confess

The mass is unequivocally my best invention yet, doctor x