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Hypnotize, Pt. 1 (System of a Down) · Three 6 Mafia Presents: Hypnotize Camp Posse (Three 6 Mafia) · Three 6 Mafia Presents: Hypnotize Camp Posse [Clean] (Three 6 Mafia) · Hypnotize the Moon (Clay Walker) · Hypnotize the Moon (Clay Walker) · Hypnotize U (N.E.R.D.) · Hypnotize [3 Tracks] (The Notorious B.I.G.) · Hypnotize [LP] (System of a Down) · Mystic Stylez [Hypnotize Minds] (Three 6 Mafia) · Hypnotize [DualDisc] (System of a Down) – and 90 other albums »


? ? away from rain
I mean harvest these chickens until it's a drought man
I got more mack than craig, notorious like big
Put a playa hater in the back
[All by I Self Divine]

[Chorus 1]
China white, crystal meth, angel dust, percaset, cocaine, morphine, PCP
Hash, opium, prozac, special K, Xanax,
comin' wit shit to _Make 'Em Say Ugh!_ like that Master P shit 
I'll be hangin' wit niggas that's _Ready To Die_ like Notorious BIG shit 
Don't be fuckin'
Slice, roast those big boys
Banks don't matter you will be destroyed
Up and down the rap world goes
The radio rotation dominated by your flow
But I'm
_Got it Made_ like Special Ed 
Got more _Vapors_ than BizMarkie ever had 
After _Dead Presidents_ like Eric B. 
_Hypnotize_ the rap industry like
I'm dyin'!

[Proof]
Yeah, yeah
Rest in peace Jam Master Jay
Tupac
And Notorious BIG
I'm probably the best
Guy in the flesh
Blow ya heart out ya
to juggle y'all was crumbs who didn't notice me
But now you see me in a magazine, on your TV screen
On the radio liver stereo lookin' clean
All of a sudden
number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied the history of music
By
just a big headache
They think all this hard work, is just a piece of cake
They must be buggin', right out of they socks
Why don't they get up and try
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you why.
You see, I'm six foot one, and I'm tons of fun
on that South Lee, with Big Mix and my boy Lil' Heat
Where's the drank I'm runnin' low, Cabbage Head told me it's a drought
But not to worry dough never
Don't call me nigga, whitey...

Big fat extra-crispy bucket of chicken
2 liter of pepsi-cola drinkin' ass...

They say a negro ain't good for nothin'
of the cuckoo
But she never gonna hear them in the mix so the new attitude
Taking cues from the radio playing that doodoo
She on D'Angelo Pandora station
give a row
Atlantic A-D-see is what I'm always givin' up
So niggas see-ware of the notorious "Panic Zone"
Crazy S-be	-G
By the way it's Mr. Gangsta Bone
[Chubb Rock]
The Chubbster, a man that came out about 1986
with the help of Dr. Ice in the mix
And even then, kickin lyrics that was quite potent
Howie by
On the radio liver stereo, lookin' clean

All of a sudden I'm attractive, I'm handsome, I'm gorgeous
But back in the day you used to say, you can't afford
whack give a Dogg a Pound
Glass of champagne, mix some hydro with brown
Lyrical outlaw, write my rhymes southpaw
Poppin' shit, niggaz get punched in
explode
Big, bad, and bold B-boys of old
Many styles we hold, let the story be told
Whether platinum or gold, we use breath control
So let the beat
city
Might come Puerto Rican broad like Diddy
Might come Arabian or Venezuelan
'Mote control radio, 84 swangin
Mix the drank up, po it in my dang cup
My
crummy man
We got to get this money man
(New houses), {got, got to get it}
(Real figures by the thousands), {got, got to get it}
(Big stacks for
Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
Check it out, I'm the see-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-why,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell
explode
Big, bad, and bold B-boys of old
Many styles we hold, let the story be told
Whether platinum or gold, we use breath control
So let the beat