(Beanie Sigel)
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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
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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 clear
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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
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type shit that can't be re-written on copy
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by kinko, kodak, fuji films
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kin-folk 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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my flow is like hypnotic...
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the flow is like hypnotic...
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my flow is like 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
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i know that hatin' isn't physical but dawg i could peep it
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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..uh
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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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into/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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my style is just hypnotic...
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my style is just hypnotic...
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my style is just 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 flight patterin
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speak the language of the lizand
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desert feeds worm, worm feeds falcon, falcon feeds man ..uh
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only the strong survive, so if you along for the ride strap your boots and leave your thongs inside..uh
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we experience turbulence in urban environments daily, rarely it's aqcuired
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we riot like Israelis
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why am i here that question overwhelms me
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i am a gangsta, Dr. Melfi couldn't help me
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i am a thinker, my mind fixes all that L's/ills me the perfect elixir
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i trust mines will never fail me
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i let my speech unfold, i reach deep inside the seed of my soul and i got it
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hypnotic...hypnotic....
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my style is just hypnotic...
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my style is just hypnotic...
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my style is just hypnotic...
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my style is just hypnotic...
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my style.. hypnotic..
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and we out, we out
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Hypnotic
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| Memphis Bleek |
