Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Audio Hypnosis , by - Jon MurdockRelease date: 03.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Audio Hypnosis |
| The Flying Dutchman, indeed |
| Every time there’s a storm, we get a report like this |
| Vanderslice, Jon Murdock, Lex Starwind |
| Flying Dutchmen, you know what it is |
| It’s a ghost ship rising in a storm cloud climate |
| Awaken to the shots of a four five siren |
| Battleground savage clowns, choked by the tyrant |
| Crown of thorns on, crooked horns and he’s smilin' |
| The anti-Christ raiser get nice with flavor |
| My Darth Vader crossfader slice mics to save you |
| The dark knight crusader with trife life behavior |
| For them haters, whose mouth keep running like Ralph Nader |
| Never win no tropical storm, Lex Star wind blows |
| Strikin' like lightnin' in the night, recitin' to the tempo |
| 92 beats for minute, the speech presented |
| Like a NASA passenger, never reached my limit |
| Escape velocity, possibly crush particles to gas and ash |
| Properly touch that ass, rot in the dust |
| My staff with warcraft split math, poly |
| That carbon coppery’s a mockery to us like such |
| A pair of talking slaves put on the laptop auction |
| On the back block walkin', got you crabs hot, scorchin' |
| Weapon prototype, blow the mic out of orbit |
| And that bullshit that you absorb with |
| Look, listen, observe, understand and focus |
| It’s hopeless |
| You are now in a state of audio hypnosis |
| So quote this |
| The most elegant, gracious box cutter, blade runner |
| Hunter to your face, it’s taped, it’s straight dangerous |
| Pack of wild wolves, blood and chocolate scented |
| Real talk 'cause if it came from Star, I meant it |
| My niggas run the streets, tumblin', bagging in the kitchen |
| Throw a bundle in, rain, sleet, snow or earth crumblin' |
| Unadulterated Hip-Hop, keep 'em wonderin' |
| Never underrated, get the media to plug him in |
| Like, you’ve got mail, you’ve got homos |
| You’ve got Hip-Hop emo trash niggas with logos |
| With them fruit flavored kicks, dogging up in they photo |
| Tight jeans, bear hugging they nuts up in the promo |
| Coo coo for coco, Cali kush for dolo |
| Garcia Vega shredder, hit hard as Miguel Cotto |
| Karate chop for the ocho, shinobi dojo |
| Razor scrape the plate with the Bape but it’s all todo |
| Bozo, clown ass niggas with funny faces |
| Red pill, take this, phase shift in the matrix |
| Vanderslice, Ginsu beats right in your face, kid |
| Outlaw Star by far is the one to blaze shit |
| Look, listen, observe, understand and focus |
| It’s hopeless |
| You are now in a state of audio hypnosis |
| So quote this |
| Vanderslice, Jon Murdock, Lex Starwind |
| Flying Dutchmen |
| And be there when the Dutchman comes |
| You better be there when the Dutchman comes |
| And be there when the Dutchman comes |
| You better be there when the Dutchman comes |
| And be there when the Dutchman comes |
| You better be there when the Dutchman comes |
| And be there when the Dutchman comes |
| You better be there… |