Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song You Can Lose Your Mind , by - The Dynospectrum. Release date: 12.10.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song You Can Lose Your Mind , by - The Dynospectrum. 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 | 
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