Havoc
the Hypnotist & Aristokrat
the Hypnotist: Hypnotherapy EP, 2004
the Hypnotist:
But my words live lavish on the mic...
Its like magic when I write...
But the pain wreaked havoc on my life...
It's like I stabbed it with a knife...
The rain turns to sleet, the pain gets increased
so much turmoil people soilin' they sheets
speak fluently, like oil and the grease
I try but they keep boilin' the heat
on the street, so much beef that you could have a feast
rock a vest on ya flesh underneath ya fleece
ya better roll deep in the seats of Jeeps
but it defeats the purpose, I want peace for my peeps
worthless to even try, better yet, to speak
on the peak of a mountain, I'm countin all my sheep
I try to be a shepherd but no better when I'm weak
why follow me? I'm washed up on the beach
like a little bug, that's squashed under ya feet
an insect: lost within the belly of the beast
no cellie's a friend of me, enemy of the police
but I'm on no side: US or middle east
I take a crack at this, and practice what I preach
I gotta wake up; for weeks I've been asleep
I was blind, now it's time to find a winning streak
It's all bleak, but at least I'm not deceased
That'll be the day... That'll be the night...
The night it's like magic when I write...
But the pain wreaked havoc on my life...
It's like I stabbed it with a knife...
But my words live lavish on the mic...
The fabric of my life...
Aristokrat:
Yo, its like I'm sleepin' wit my eyes open, no potions or vaccines for bad dreams
if rap's a bad habit, then I'm loyal as crack fiends
a bad seed full of mad greed and frustrations
dont got much patience, keep it movin' like bus stations
If I could just make it through the havoc and pain
my words could burn eardrums to ashes and flames
it's like I'm strapped wit a gauge but still trapped in a cage
liquefy thoughts to flows in a passionate rage
sometimes I don't notice days passin away
like I'm movin' in slow motion, health rapidly fades
gotta pay these bills, money never come fast
never pump crack, but I'll sling a fifty-dollar bud sack
plus tax, can't even pay a parking ticket
leave em on my windshield, so when they see my car, they skip it
and all it is is poverty, honestly robbin' me
with law infractions and taxes, repossess the property
I gotta eat, all I can think of is takin' bank rolls
so me and my baby could maybe eat steak and potatoes
I need money, never had it in my life...
Even though I'm a classic on the mic...
Cause the pain wreaked havoc on my life...
It's like I stabbed it with a knife...
© Hypnotik 2005