Hypno

Lyrics
[Intro] You just tuned in to the number one hypno station I'm here with the [?] how y'all doin'? [Havin' fun Tommy, eh?] I'm, I'm alright What type of music do y'all do? Well, it's not, it's not heavy metal Uh huh It's not rap, it's somewhere in between Right, right And the album should be out in the fall soon Um, it goes something like this [Verse 1: The R.O.C.] Step into my mind and let me test you emcees, I'm yellin' freeze [I do convict these?], I'm aimin' the shit at your head Nigga, you can't catch up, if I was [?] Through this rap game, slutty bitches is doggin' my thoughts Ass and pussies erupt like a volcano Hot like lava, so I rock just the same old Hoes don't evеn try to come my way, got my own woman Stored for a rainy day, what's up, baby? And for you bitch niggas that think you hustle and shit Didn't somеbody tell you no need for [evictin' the rap crew?] [?] back in '92, I'm rollin' [?] through your neighborhood I thought you knew that it's all good For the soul, I likes rock and roll Likes this rap shit better, I do it 'cause I like the [?] I won't let up until I see [?], I guess the day will never come So here people, I'ma give you some I gets my [pinch?], I won't drop dead I will drop bombs, fuck Hiroshima, 'cause fool I'm The R.O.C., my crew the House, boy Slipped and fell into Mr. Bones's [solo ploy?] To come at these fools and pick this bitch like it was 'Cisco What the fuck they callin' this? Hypno [Chorus: Mr. Bones] Look into the eyes that paralyze, you realize (Look into my iris, my shit is contagious just like a virus) Your mind start panicking tangled up just like grapevines Look into the eyes that paralyze, you realize (Look into my iris, my shit is contagious just like a virus) Your mind start panicking tangled up just like grapevines Look into the eyes that paralyze, you realize (Look into my iris, my shit is contagious just like a virus) Your mind start panicking tangled up just like grapevines Look into the eyes that paralyze, you realize (Look into my iris, my shit is contagious just like a virus) Your mind start panicking tangled up just like grapevines [Verse 2: Mr. Bones] I'm the sky pager, caped crusader, Darth Vader Fucked up [Nikes?], an attitude, and a light saber Who you lookin' at? You're not my father! Thinkin' of preachin' or criticizin', don't bother Now how many emcees must get slayed Before fools learn step the fuck out my way I display a lyrical weird style of rappin' You think to scrappin', best believe your eye gon' get blackened Kick back and enjoy the jam I hope you're gettin' fucked up, you know that I am Got my hand on a joint 'cause that's what I do Hey yo nigga, we 'bout to crack this case, you want a brew? Fill me to the brim with Alizé A dash of gin and a hit of [?], don't play Because you know my brew is down to do ya Representin' this [?] I got rosy red cheeks like my nigga Kris Kringle Kickin' jingles, my shit is the bomb like a can of Pringles Fill your ass up with a delicious jam Best part about it, don't [need?] no [bruises?] on your hands Spick-and-span, I'll clean your floor, but my shit'll clean your soul Innercise your mind with strength of tenfold I come smashin', bumpin' some Marilyn Manson I'm old-fashioned, hittin' on your favorite radio station Right across the nation, fuck segregation Smokin' peyotes with Navajos on reservations Penetration proceeds to be vital Comin' up on your chin like a porno recital Is I your idol? You know the title, it's Mr. Mr. Bones Look into my eyes, see the birth of hypno [Chorus: Mr. Bones] Look into the eyes that paralyze, you realize (Look into my iris, my shit is contagious just like a virus) Your mind start panicking tangled up just like grapevines Look into the eyes that paralyze, you realize (Look into my iris, my shit is contagious just like a virus) Your mind start panicking tangled up just like grapevines Look into the eyes that paralyze, you realize (Look into my iris, my shit is contagious just like a virus) Your mind start panicking tangled up just like grapevines Look into the eyes that paralyze, you realize (Look into my iris, my shit is contagious just like a virus) Your mind start panicking tangled up just like grapevines [Verse 3: Hektic] Oh my God, could you believe it's goin' down? How could you motherfuckers compete with this sound? With the mic cord strangler, you can't hang with a thesis Beyond telekinesis, I'll smash your ass to pieces Like my nigga Mr. Bones R.O.C. fuckin' with microphones Steady makin' shit for the dome, it's hypnotic just like a trance The future's advanced, the [?] take a glance I'm lookin' and lookin', I don't see shit, it's all black My eyes collapse from the raps I extract I'm livin' in the city where your hustle gon' make change If somethin's in the way, you rearrange and maintain A fool's bloodstain ain't good for nothin' But leavin' a trace to a case, so motherfuck him, no haste [?], hypno's the bomb It's gettin' crucial, fuckin' with punks, I gotta lose ya Way back in the crowd, mind speakin' aloud Tappin' with my crew, you goin' down Way above your highest cloud, so get up to get down Roll with the House, fool, bring the know to everybody's town [Chorus: Mr. Bones] Look into the eyes that paralyze, you realize (Look into my iris, my shit is contagious just like a virus) Your mind start panicking tangled up just like grapevines Look into the eyes that paralyze, you realize (Look into my iris, my shit is contagious just like a virus) Your mind start panicking tangled up just like grapevines Look into the eyes that paralyze, you realize (Look into my iris, my shit is contagious just like a virus) Your mind start panicking tangled up just like grapevines Look into the eyes that paralyze, you realize (Look into my iris, my shit is contagious just like a virus) Your mind start panicking tangled up just like grapevines [Outro: Mr. Bones, The R.O.C.] Yeah, the House wanna send a message What? What? What? What? Yeah, yeah, we got this shit, it's called Hypno What's it called, R.O.C.? Hypno Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Hypno, Hypno To all the people over there, bite my balls And to the people over here, bite my balls And to the suckers talkin' shit, bite my balls Yeah, you and your bitch, bite my balls To everybody but him, bite my balls Yeah, you too, bite my balls I said you over there, bite my balls And the people back here, bite my balls To all the player hatin' switches, bite my balls To niggas tryin' to stick my riches, bite my balls To everybody out there that oppose, bite my balls Bite my balls, yo, bite my balls, yo That's how it goes
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Credits
- Writers
- The R.O.C.
- Monoxide
- Madrox