Finyl Prophecy
the Hypnotist
the Hypnotist: Hypnotherapy EP, 2004
CHORUS:
My word perpetrates on ya speechless turf
creatin' evergreen rhymes out the seedless dirt
I'm 'bout to grow big; soon my future won't need this earth
and at length, I withhold strength, but still my weakness hurts
ay-yo peep this verse, gotta achieve this first
I did the crime, infinite time couldn't release this curse
so now I sip life through a straw tryina relieve this thirst
takin' it slow, but still I know that it could be much worse...
-V1-
Ay-yo, life been stressed out for this freestyle technician
infliction of pain in this world of rap addiction
poetic, rhymes athletic, and calisthenic
gettin' weakened by diseases of alcoholic genetics
I said it; yo quote me on that notion and I hopefully got the potion
of poetic healin' pores sealin' like lotion
yo I'm wounded, I've been hit, like bullets and my shin's split
not knowin' if it's the end kid, like a thousand amendments
dirty reflections in the puddle you think about ya shorty
go to take a guzzle, but there's no life left in ya forty
thinkin' bout that first slow dance, holdin' the world with both hands
a burden on ya shoulder, feel the colder side of romance
ya losin', aint no time to win, feelin' quite incompetent
you think you gettin' stronger while you're losin' all ya confidence...
CHORUS
-V2-
Time to turn over a new leaf, a fresh page, a clean slate
my life is fucked up, so in the real world my dreams wait
it seems fate is waitin' to strike, creatin' a life
providin' me with nothin' which I hate and dislike
It's pourin' on my sunny days, money pays in funny ways
thoughts are sweet but harsh just like emotions of a honey-glazed
mental is numb, struck by constant blows of Satan
til my face is slapped by God with a moment of realization
So now I realize my life is fallin' apart like some old Levis
addicted to booze, buddah smoke, and CIs
like a pot of coffee problems' startin' to brew
meanwhile my head is in the clouds enjoyin' the view
so wake up and smell the coffee like aromatherapy
it's time for me to take care of me before I'm wounded terribly
Blind like Stevie Wonder, can't get over what I'm under-standin'
on the ground the sound of my problems is loud like thunder...
Come back to earth, down here your problem's loud
You can't tell if it's rainin' if ya head's in the clouds
so put ya life together, sew up ya last stitch
cuz life's a bitch and then you die in a ditch...
-V3-
Mental Stamina is low as time grows like the roots
tears form in my eyes just like some snow on ya boots
I can't understand what this world is comin' to
I'm runnin through thoughts in my mind thinkin' bout what people gonna do
in the near future, fear will shoot ya
and evil will prosecute ya until ya defendin' Lucifer
tryina do good while all around me is mischief
kids hit spliffs on Christmas, ficticious statistics realistic
Explicit; like somethin' in front of my nose
I'll make God cry if I show him one of my flows
I run on my toes to escape evil incarceration
facin' death, now I breathe my last breath, no reputation
hesitation; time's lost and forgotten, the wise men are now plottin'
schemes in my dreams now it seems my soul is rotten
So listen and focus upon this focal spot
I'm reachin' every local block and blastin' out prophecy with this vocal glock...
© Hypnotik 2005