| roll a «L"and burn a incent
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| it’s like magic when i invent
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| this shit that i present
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| yo turn my levels up a izinch
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| and drop the trebble down the pizinch
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| and let the bass commence
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| to relax your nerves
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| it’s like a paintin with no color it’s-why i attach the words
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| my mind the brush, my life the canvas, the world, the easel
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| combines a perfect picture for people
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| my words is colorful like autumn
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| the way they fall on the track like leaves when i record em'
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| there’s nothin like it when i write it and i don’t print, i invent it and predict it like a psychic
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| pull down the shades on the windows of your soul
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| and gaze into your mind and watch the wisdom unfold
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| i was taught when your vision’s impaired
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| the wisdom is there
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| a message from Big Homey couldn’t-have sent it no clearer
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| i know the flow is like hypnotic
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| and (tightest tip)? |
| when i drop it with no particular topic
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| type shit that can’t be bitten so stop it type shit that can’t be re-written on (copy)?
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| by (canon)?, kodak, fuji films
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| (kinfo)? |
| know that groovy hymns
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| spit by him’ll put the gospel to you
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| catch some little higher learning from a sermon once i drop it to you
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| hypnotic… hypnotic…
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| (Memphis Bleek)
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| so roll a «L"and light a incent
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| it’s like magic when i event
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| this shit that i present
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| it’s not a secret when i speak it i know that hatin’isn’t physical but dawg i could peep it it’s like a preacher preachin’his scripts or psychic readin’a palm
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| lines give me what i write in-this song
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| the book is now open so let the story be told
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| i enter through your mind and exit the back of your soul
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| that could push you to some insight
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| a shine like a headlight
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| (pickeny)? |
| diamond watch me get right
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| i’m that nice
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| words is a cure that help me heal up a heart
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| words can become that evil game that help me get what i want.
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| you start where you end, you end where you start
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| i am the light of the situation i overshine dark
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| give you the pen, the book, the word, the truth, the sight, the mind
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| i put it down, you call it a rhyme, i call it a sign
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| i predict the unpredictable
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| heaven is invisible, but hell isn’t physical
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| let me stop with the spiritual. |
| whoa
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| let me spit at you, show you how to move with no vehicle
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| come through your speakers
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| enter your ear, end up in paragraphs
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| tellin’your man of what you hear
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| cuz, spit it i often roll it tighter than chronic
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| styles versatile meanwhile it’s hypnotic
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| hypnotic… hypnotic…
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| (Jay-Z)
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| pass the dutchie if you was ill
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| take one to the grizzill
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| tell me what you fizzill
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| it’s like a complicated puzzle unravelin', mind travelin', with no particular
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| flight patterin
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| speak the language of the (lizan)?
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| desert feeds worm, worm feeds falcon, falcon feeds man.
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| only the strong survive, so if you along for the ride strap your boots and
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| leave your thongs inside.
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| we experience turbulence in urban environments daily, rarely it’s aqcuired
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| we riot like Iraelis
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| why am i here that question overwhelms me i am a gangsta, Dr. Melphy couldn’t help me i am a thinker, my mind fixes all that L’s me the perfect elixir
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| i trust mines will never fail me i let my speech unfold, i reach deep inside the seed of my soul and i got it hypnotic… hypnotic… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hypnotic , by - Memphis Bleek. Song from the album M.A.D.E., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп