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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