Metaprofen

[Intro: Spoken Word, deep voice] Yo, this one goes out to everybody over 40… Strugglin’ with back pain, slow digestion, and questionable knees. Metaprofen in the house — relief in rhythm. ⸻ [Chorus] Metaprofen, yeah, I keep it movin’ smooth, Metamucil in my cup, got that regular groove. Pop an Ibu when I wake, just to seize the day, Crackin’ joints like jokes — but I’m rappin’ through the pain. ⸻ [Verse 1] Alarm clock ringin’, body stiff like toast, Took a step outta bed, now I’m hauntin’ like a ghost. But I hit that orange drink, mix it up and chug, Fiber flowin’ through me like a hug from above. Got that two-pill power, I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout regret, Just Ibuprofen in my holster — that’s my pain duet. Strollin’ through Walgreens like it’s my domain, Aisle 7 superstar, no shame in my game. ⸻ [Chorus] Metaprofen, yeah, I keep it movin’ smooth, Metamucil in my cup, got that regular groove. Pop an Ibu when I wake, just to seize the day, Crackin’ joints like jokes — but I’m rappin’ through the pain. ⸻ [Verse 2] Call me Captain Cramp Stop, Flex of the Golden Years, Rockin’ bifocals but still bringin’ cheers. Fiber in my flask, I ain’t sippin’ on lean, I’m clean, I’m mean, I’m a mobility machine. Got that slow-cooked swagger, that warm-bath flow, Old school rhythm with a Bengay glow. While youngbloods flex, I just stretch and breathe, Metaprofen got relief up my lyrical sleeve. ⸻ [Bridge: Soft Soul Sample, female voice singing] “Oooooooh, he’s regular now… A smooth operator with no furrowed brow…” ⸻ [Verse 3: Final Verse, hype tone] Y’all chasing clout, I’m chasing stool softness, I drop bars and fiber bombs, certified wellness. Gray hairs wisdom, not a sign of decay, I’m the reason why grandmas throw hands at the buffet. So respect the elder flow, the real MVP, Metaprofen in the mix, now pass that tea. No drama, just calm, with a hint of relief, Got the whole crowd chanting, “Yo, where’s my beef?!” ⸻ [Final Chorus] Metaprofen, yeah, I keep it movin’ smooth, Metamucil in my cup, got that regular groove. Pop an Ibu when I wake, just to seize the day, Crackin’ joints like jokes — but I’m rappin’ through the pain.