Emergency Procedure - Ghostface Killah, Pharaohe Monch, 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 released the gas that simmered the soul

So my adrenaline stays level not out of control

I been contaminated, physically altered

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 immunity

Fuck 911, private 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

Fuck 911, private 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 mask I made specifically protects you from Ebola

Its destruction is impossible, totally irrelevant

The compounds are not found on the periodic table of elements

Adamantium plus Vibranium

The force field that builds will shield your cranium

If anyone would try to place the mask upon their face

The mask will rupture

It’s designed to match your molecular structure

Plus the gold was to give it a touch of luster

To match the eagle bracelet and adjust to your repulsive thrusters

Busta psychology, the wallaby that adapts to the environment

That’s chameleon technology

But I digress, I must confess

The mask is unequivocally my best invention yet, Doctor X

Fuck 911, private 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

Fuck 911, private 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