Hypnotic (feat. JAY-Z & Beanie Sigel)

Roll a L and burn a incense

It's like magic when I invent the shit that I present

Yo, turn my levels up a izinch

And drop the treble down a pizinch and let the bass commence

To relax your nerves

It's like a paintin' with no color, it's why I attach the words

My mind the brush, my life the canvas

The world the easel, combines a perfect picture for people

My words is colorful like Autumn

They way they fall on the track like leaves when I record 'em

Theres' nothin' like it when I write

And I don't print it, I invent it and predict it like a psychic

Pull down the shades on the windows of your soul

And gaze into your mind and watch the wisdom unfold

I was taught when your visions impaired the wisdom is there

A message from big homie, couldn't have sent it more clear

I know the flow is like hypnotic

And tightest tip when I drop it with no particular topic

Type shit that can't be bitten, so stop it

Type shit that can't be rewritten on copy

By Kinko, Kodak, Fuji films

Kin folk know that groovy hymns

Spit by him'll put  the gospel to you

Catch some little higher learning from a sermon once I drop it to you

Hypnotic

My flow is like hypnotic

The flow is like hypnotic

My flow is like hypnotic

Yo, yo, so roll a L and light a incense

It's like magic when I invent the shit that I present

It's not a secret when I speak it

I know that hatin' isn't physical but, dog, I can peep it

It's like a preacher preachin' his scripts or psychic readin' a palm

Lines give me what I write in this song

The books is now open, so let the story be told

I enter through your mind and exit the back of your soul

That could push you to some insight, I shine like a headlight

Pick any diamond, watch me get right, I'm that nice

Words is a cure that help me heal up a heart

Words can become that evil game to help me get what I want

You start where you end, end where you start

I am the light of the situation, I over shine dark

Give you the pen, the book, the word

The truth, sight, the mind, I put it down

You call it a rhyme, I call it a sign

I predict the unpredictable

Heaven is invisible but Hell isn't physical

Let me stop with the spiritual, whoa

Let me spit at you, show you how to move with no vehicle

Come through your speakers into your ear

End up in paragraphs, tellin' your man of what you hear

'Cause when I spit it, I often roll it tighter than chronic

Styles versatile, meanwhile it's hypnotic

Hypnotic

My style is just hypnotic

My style is just hypnotic

My style is just hypnotic

Pass the dutchie if you was ill

Take one to the grizzil, tell me what you fizzil

It's like a complicated puzzle unravelin'

Mind travelin' with no particular flight patterin'

Speak the language of the lizand

Desert feeds worm, worm feeds falcon, falcon feeds man

Only the strong survive, so if you along for the ride

Strap your boots and leave your thongs inside

We experience turbulence in urban environments daily

Rarely it's acquired, we riot like Israelis

Why am I here? That question overwhelms me

I am a gangster, doctor Melfi couldn't help me

I am a thinker, my mind fixes all that ails me

The perfect elixir, 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

My style is just hypnotic

My style is just hypnotic

My style is just hypnotic

My style is just hypnotic

My style, hypnotic

And we out, we out