Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Magnetizing, artist - Handsome Boy Modeling School. Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Song language: English
Magnetizing |
| *behind vocals* |
| D-E-L he rips microphones |
| D-E-L he can’t leave it alone, can’t leave it alone |
| He can’t leave it alone |
| Ahh, D-E-L on the microphone, strike ya dome wit the hype poem |
| Yeah, it’s the type of shit ya like to get, get wit it Ah, such a beautiful beat I’m 'bout to destroy |
| For all weak MC’s ahh check it check it Back in your presence it’s the pres |
| Dispensing these rhymes like Pez |
| Full color, high res |
| I digest is high biased, alotta MC’s ride my privates and I don’t like it |
| I’m the master in innovation, that ain’t the? |
| reef? |
| Well perhaps I’ll bring it center stage then so you can peep |
| My rap style fail safe that derail fakes |
| They just a pale-make of my own chromosomes |
| I’m a critically-acclaimed maniac that attack tracks |
| On wax or drum machines, for your underlings |
| Plus I leave performers wit an ornery, ?quarterly's? |
| That’ll turn your crew into disorderly’s |
| Assorted freestyles I drop at my disposal |
| Make you move your mojo and bounce like a pogos |
| In the club, they grub on tortitos from Toyo’s |
| A pitta and soda, and everything that’s owed us Everybody’s doughnuts rushin for cash |
| Bustin ya ass, some losin just as fast |
| I crash computers wit my viruses, fry your disk drive |
| Wit wise words, suckas get on my nerves |
| I’ma make you go Hmmm, wet you like H2O |
| My flow refreshes, need lessons |
| Well we open for business if you dig this |
| To all the bigwigs and labels sellin you fables |
| Hey you, you ain’t cuttin nothin, touchin my production |
| Wit that pre-school rap, I say fuck them |
| Hypnotizing, magnificent mind set |
| Whenever I’m next, the shit you haven’t tried yet |
| Live shit, magnetizing, peep what I’m advertising |
| My alliance got your third eye cryin |
| D-E-L he rips microphones, D-E-L he can’t leave it alone |
| Can’t leave it alone, he can’t leave it alone |
| Del, advancing dancing over beats |
| Romancing microphones wit my glorious speech |
| No shorts like BVD, I’m next like DVD |
| I hit the metropolitan wit music I be modeling |
| Showin off, goin off, wiggin |
| Biggin up the town where I come up from, my humble beginnings |
| The neo-narrator, creative care-taker |
| I’m from the Five Flavors like Solar Flares on paper |
| Don’t go fold things, let’s go smoke things |
| Let dank or chocolate tai so we can all get high |
| I touch any beat wit heat I pack |
| Nigga, I frequent that |
| In my never-ending quest see you scratch |
| Speakin facts, we can rap |
| Fuck scrappin and tappin, jaws I’m crackin |
| Doors, open for brothers comin after me Fuck apathy, I ain’t got time to blame the world for my problems |
| I’m a grown fuckin man and I understand |
| Plus knowledge being gathered, each day make me Speak this way, so get it The way that I spit it, critics couldn’t never call me half-witted |
| I’m the Riddick Bowe flowa for those in the know |
| My logo represents thought-processing |
| To keep em all guessin, wit these lyrical blessings |
| Class is in session, class is in session |
| You can achieve the hypnotic state |
| By saying those things in your mind |
| To yourself that is said to you on the recording |
| And then give yourself thirty suggestions |
| That will change your attitude towards crude |
| Most MC’s have much to do wit nothing |
| I attack bigger issues, something to take with you |
| Time is just a measurement of life |
| So why waste time on the false, waste time on the mic |
| Waste time on the high personas, we’re on the |
| Television tryin to get Del to listen |
| To that garbage and gobbledy-good |
| So I read a book, I prefer Manga wit Mega |
| My repectable rhyme styles and textures |
| Yes you’re gettin extra |
| Flex your little style, I fluctuate |
| Too much to take in one sitting |
| And I stun citizens |
| Describing shit that we livin in That don’t make a better sense |
| I stick up kids who pick up bids |
| And murderers deserving the same thing, I’m sick of this |
| But meticulous wit metaphoric miracles of mind power |
| Praying mantis techniques that wreck beats |
| And pesky, prototypes that shouldn’t made it off the assembly line |
| Much less to their distributors they’re miniature |
| Mind states is immature and primative |
| Talkin 'bout all the crack they cookin up, in the crib |
| But you don’t shock me, I see these things |
| Don’t participate wit the heartless, I’m an artist |
| Who’s bound to be out the roach-infested apartments |
| Chorus 2x *replace Hypnotizing w/ Magnetizing* |
| Don’t cry, dry ya eyes 4x |