Hypnotik
Ill Kase, Aristokrat, Face, the Hypnotist & BC
Us, the Wise: Forbidden Planet EP, 1999
-Ill Kase-
Hypnotik think twice wit a soundtrack of life
it took me 6 years to get here, rip flows & hit peers
with the level that we at, I don't consider this rap
and refuse any motion made me become trapped
like an everlasting muzzle, I admit that I'm puzzled
can't speak loud enough for everyone to hear me
cuz the peeps I had trust made it very clear to me
I can't be boggled and gone, and rap without makin' songs
I seen no worth in this earth, but now I do
take everything I been through and express it to you
feel a taste test, amaze cats at places
Khalid a prized possession and nobody can see it
my life eternal rests and all of yaw'll could listen to it
language is fluent, save the earth from bein' ruined
felt like I'm losin', lost everything, I will win
you will lie and sin, for the rest of your existence
this for instance: you observe how I dis kids
absurd and twisted, aint wanna be around it
cuz we Hypnotik, underground explicit mischief
explain to the viewers, prophecize, use maneuvers
CHORUS:
Seein' nothin' but chains and clocks...
Warning warning warning...
-Aristokrat-
Too complex in rhymes, too phat for narrow minds
flow deeper than the boonedocks, stop, take a ride
through my mind, and of course the force that I apply
need to baracade your doors cuz Hypnotik has arrived
with that bomb-ass-shit, 8-track to compact disk
go run and hop that fence, lyrically drop cats, kid
I flow until your brain is numb, in a trance til my tape is done
Hypnotik's on that shit that's swellin' up ya little cranium
I make a ton of fans wit my freestyle steez
wait until you bite me, then I'm cappin' ya knees
but just for actin', askin' any comments, any questions
no ifs, ands or buts, we phat, you annorexic
don't test it, stimulate ya mentals wit words
kick the bucket when you fuck wit anyone in my herd
and that's word on my zone, in my throne, forefathers
talent & originality, Hypnotik code of honor
CHORUS
-Face-
'H' is for Hypnotik
'Y' be the question
'P' is how we keep it locked down to perfection
'N' is for never half-steppin'
'O' is for the number of niggaz puttin' us out in this profession
'T' is for testin'
'I' for infection
'K' is for king of the mountain up in the section
Fuck what ya heard, who's the best from Norwalk
Connecticut, we sick of bein' second to New York
and New Jers, they say we all herbs, they say we can't flow
we from the suburbs, ya irritatin' like a sunburn
the shit aint really over til my first born sing
like Samaira, stay fly like a bird in the spring
I bring the drama, eat flesh like Jeffrey Dommer
mothafuck we fuck ya mama, I'm comin' so roll the scomma'
Stay hotter that jalapeno, wit heat like Al Pacino
destruction like El Nino, and represent for all my people
Hypnotik, don't change the topic, yawll need to stop it
Face, Aristokrat, and Ross the boss, and Kase the prophet
when I come around, homeboy watch ya dread locks
wit head locks, I'm rockin' and rollin' from here to bedrock
and you ducks get wrapped in white sheets like you was Ku Klux
we too much, Us, the wise guys don't give 2 fucks...
CHORUS
-the Hypnotist-
Minds not blank on blank tape, thoughts injected by magnetics
now sleep, dream deep like anastethics
diagnostic Hypnotik, to lift away the stress
just play 2 tapes by morning and let me do the rest
use the cess if you expect to get loose from the cassette
put my crew to the test, and be prepared to lose a bet
you wilin' if you challenge these talented rap singaz
my craft lingaz and trap niggaz until I snap fingaz
ya gettin' sleepy and sweat is beady on ya eyebrow
took an hour of your time, don't understand why or how
diggin' into ya mind to find secret information
lack what I possess, strictly direct communication
tapin' conversation, without a shadow of a doubt
ya crew knew it was you because you ratted em out
even though I brought ya conscious through pain, it's all the same
cuz when I'm done, you won't even remember ya name...
CHORUS
-BC-
I seek divine wisdom, reach to climb buildings
mind incisions blind ya vision when I rhyme to rhythms
fuck division, we multiply by Hypnosis
inject the record needle, catch a charge from the dosage
our Hypnotik squadron burn hotter than ya cauldron
flows throw blows that make midgets feel like tall men
let me demonstrate, make niggaz bleed like they menstruate
you tempt the fate I let the pen create until it detonates
no sense of taste, touch, sight smell, or audibility
rob ya third-eye blind, and cross-breed ya thought fertility
on a conquest for com' sense, comments? I'm yellin' bomb threats...
Keep ya eye on the clock!
© Hypnotik 2005