Lyrical Hypnosis

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm a Bunsen burner, I keep it burning (Where the light, then?) The money I'm earning, got their heads turnin' (Yeah, mon) If you see me smoking, know that it's got some herb in And if you see me on the mic, know that it's gonna get a murkin' (Ya) I got natural energy, be my friend or my enemy (What!) I can hear voices talking, but I can't hear what their tellin' me I unleash when I've got a pen on me, just to get a bigger picture These days when I'm writing, it's like I'm writing a scripture (Blud klaat, whoo) That perfect mixture, this style can't fit ya You can call me Mister, Mister Mister D Double (It's mwee, mwee) Don't want no more pain or trouble Can't be stuck in this little bubble (What?) Built this up from rubble (Who?) Mister Mister D Double [Chorus] Buda bup bup That lyrical hypnotist in the midst Are you on the same level as this? Guess not, you need to practice I work the hardest to be the largest artist Lyrical hypnotist in the midst Are you on the same level as this? Guess not, you need to practice (Oh, my God) I work the hardest to be the largest artist Lyrical hypnotist in the midst Are you on the same level as this? Guess not, you need to practice You wanna stop this? You can't flop this Cream of the crop this I'm on the top of the list, step to this Get dismissed 'cause I'm a true damn lyricist This is the end of this [Verse 2] (Back in the day) Super Nintendo, that's how my day would start (What?) Draw for the Mario Kart (What?) Wait for the race to start Always lost but I had bear heart In the corner givin' me drama (Alright) Quickly dash the banana (Blud) Send a man into the corner I used to sit down, watch MTV Hope yeah one day that'll be me Young MC building a CV Don't wanna be you, wanna be me (No) I had to wait my turn, in this time no money got earned In this time pure bridges got burned Which way should I go, which way should I turn? If you don't listen you won't learn That's what mumsy told me Never let anyone rule or own me Who's your real friend who's your homie Them man are fake yeah them man are phoney When I was down them man never phoned me It's not a ting, I breeze past them man like wind Budu bup bup [Alternate Chorus] (Lyrical hypnotist in the midst) (Are you on the same level as this?) (Guess not, you need to practice) Fuck this ting (You wanna stop this? You can't flop this) (Cream of the crop this) (I'm on the top of the list, step to this) (Get dismissed 'cause I'm a true damn lyricist) Yeah (This is the end of this) [Verse 3] 'Cause I do the do You know me 'cause I do the ting-a-ling I been survivin' at the top since ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling School bell-a ring-a-ling, it's got a ting-a-ling (Yes) If he wants to jump in the ring I'm swingin' him, I've gone too far How could man every think it's apart, I've made my mark Who were out in there in that dark Gotta be brave, gotta be smart Gotta be smart, gotta be brave I never saw you in a house rave Dem time dere you were locked in a cage I was roamin' the streets of rage Just another chapter, just another page Headed for the bigger payment, bigger wage Ego came in time like age Can't survive on minimum wage (Nah) That's why I rap 'til I fill up the page I get money in all different ways Can't just sit in my yard and gaze That's lonh, gotta make money and I gotta make wong (Yes) If you know me then you know what I'm on (Yes) Sat in the saddle, I keep riding on (Yes) [Chorus] Buda bup bup That lyrical hypnotist in the midst Are you on the same level as this? Guess not, you need to practice I work the hardest to be the largest artist Lyrical hypnotist in the midst Are you on the same level as this? Guess not, you need to practice I work the hardest to be the largest artist Lyrical hypnotist in the midst Are you on the same level as this? Guess not, you need to practice You wanna stop this? You can't flop this. Cream of the crop this I'm on the top of the list, step to this Get dismissed 'cause I'm a true damn lyricist This is the end of this