Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Can Lose Your Mind, artist - The Dynospectrum.
Date of issue: 12.10.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
You Can Lose Your Mind |
Two times for my people who react off this |
In an act off the energy that we get whipped |
We get with this, you can lose your mind off this |
Feel this shit, on and on, infinite |
Two times for my people who react off this |
In an act off the energy that we get whipped |
We get with this, you can lose your mind off this |
Feel this shit, on and on, infinite |
The taste is succulent, the mental supplements |
That I stuff into your thoughts |
Rushing in to add substance to the broth |
Scientist try to break us down to comprehend the foundation |
They race around trying to duplicate the sound |
The advancement of these patterns are far past man’s ability to grasp |
Jams the attention span, blast the previous conclusion |
'Sept pollutes when I break a track for self, or make a guest intrusion |
Fresh for you, and fresh for suckers, fresh for all |
When the metronome clicks, begin the Dynospectrum testable |
Testicles is heavy, brain matter weighs a ton |
Became accustomed to carrying weight, and waiting for better days to come |
And if they don’t come, I’ll get up and make some |
And if they don’t come, I’ll get up and make some |
Got a head full of letters trying to cut and paste 'em |
A life of endeavors, I bet I die trying to chase 'em |
Pacing in the basement, forth and back and forth |
Wearing out my sole on the concrete floor |
I pet your brain power, take your focus off fetish for cocaine powder |
Dynospec takes you by the neck from those who came south |
Two times for my people who react off this |
In an act off the energy that we get whipped |
We get with this, you can lose your mind off this |
Feel this shit, on and on, infinite |
Two times for my people who react off this |
In an act off the energy that we get whipped |
We get with this, you can lose your mind off this |
Feel this shit, on and on, infinite |
Yo I chosen to join the fight against whack rap acts |
Lyrical niglets, gimmicks, and little political piglets |
Who try to talk analytical with pitiful perspectives |
To me its ineffective, niggas wanna get physical |
Once they’ve been rejected, realize life goes on |
You don’t get the connection, it goes mic to song |
Right from wrong, is what a lot of rappers made it to be |
And lately been ruining the taste for all the real MCs |
What I foresee is a fall for all the fabrication |
Prepare when I give the final call we take back the nation |
Shit’s been poisoned, a decreasing immunization |
Showbiz brought the medicine, but ill bring you back the nation |
It’s even got some of my boys in some terrible situations |
I’m pacin', it be unbearable to see him as a patient |
Playa, if your lacin', I hope you use cyanide |
For some suicide to make it the last day you will ride |
Through my neighborhood, on a compact disc or cassette |
In all the latest chevy models from blazers to corvettes |
And back to silhouettes, where open tailgates, nine-eights |
Some out of state plates, out of town sure ain’t got their mind straight |
Two times for my people who react off this |
In an act off the energy that we get whipped |
We get with this, you can lose your mind off this |
Feel this shit, on and on, infinite |
Two times for my people who react off this |
In an act off the energy that we get whipped |
We get with this, you can lose your mind off this |
Feel this shit, on and on, infinite |
Hey yo, I ain’t sayin' that you should lose your hope |
But its best you realize that your crew is a joke |
Your DJ’s heavy headed, plus his technique spins off balance |
Not to mention the dunce has got the brain of a cabbage |
The magnets in your monitor must be failin' |
'Cuase its a shame how you mix your tape down and try to sell it |
I’m celibate, meaning I ain’t fucked up an MC |
Since my last LP, I guess I’m living healthy |
The doctors tell me that I’m a condemned victim from pen rippin' |
Brain is over-flooded and limbs missin' from my glasses |
Snoopers don’t want a meddle in my habits |
I do you ass in when I cop verbal contractions |
Mathematicians can’t count the amount of rhymes |
I used to smoke a lot of weed, maybe an ounce at times |
My crew is on the floor from your corner store to baltimore |
All over the board brothers ready to start war |
I’m in a coupe like a two door, nothing can touch me |
Cause for sure you know a brother packs more than fucking dully |
It’s only routine for me to have a mood swing so temper thy tongue my son |
Two times for my people who react off this |
In an act off the energy that we get whipped |
We get with this, You can lose your mind off this |
Feel this shit, on and on, infinite |
Two times for my people who react off this |
In an act off the energy that we get whipped |
We get with this, You can lose your mind off this |
Feel this shit, on and on, infinite |
I’m losing my mind, I feel my mind slipping |