House Of Krazees
House Of Krazees
House Of Krazees
House Of Krazees
House Of Krazees
House Of Krazees
House Of Krazees
House Of Krazees
House Of Krazees
House Of Krazees
House Of Krazees
House Of Krazees
House Of Krazees
House Of Krazees
House Of Krazees
House Of Krazees
[Intro]
You just tuned in to the number one hypno station
I'm here with the [?] how y'all doin'?
[Havin' fun Tommy, eh?]
I'm, I'm alright
What type of music do y'all do?
Well, it's not, it's not heavy metal
Uh huh
It's not rap, it's somewhere in between
Right, right
And the album should be out in the fall soon
Um, it goes something like this
[Verse 1: The R.O.C.]
Step into my mind and let me test you emcees, I'm yellin' freeze
[I do convict these?], I'm aimin' the shit at your head
Nigga, you can't catch up, if I was [?]
Through this rap game, slutty bitches is doggin' my thoughts
Ass and pussies erupt like a volcano
Hot like lava, so I rock just the same old
Hoes don't evеn try to come my way, got my own woman
Stored for a rainy day, what's up, baby?
And for you bitch niggas that think you hustle and shit
Didn't somеbody tell you no need for [evictin' the rap crew?]
[?] back in '92, I'm rollin' [?] through your neighborhood
I thought you knew that it's all good
For the soul, I likes rock and roll
Likes this rap shit better, I do it 'cause I like the [?]
I won't let up until I see [?], I guess the day will never come
So here people, I'ma give you some
I gets my [pinch?], I won't drop dead
I will drop bombs, fuck Hiroshima, 'cause fool I'm
The R.O.C., my crew the House, boy
Slipped and fell into Mr. Bones's [solo ploy?]
To come at these fools and pick this bitch like it was 'Cisco
What the fuck they callin' this? Hypno
[Chorus: Mr. Bones]
Look into the eyes that paralyze, you realize
(Look into my iris, my shit is contagious just like a virus)
Your mind start panicking tangled up just like grapevines
Look into the eyes that paralyze, you realize
(Look into my iris, my shit is contagious just like a virus)
Your mind start panicking tangled up just like grapevines
Look into the eyes that paralyze, you realize
(Look into my iris, my shit is contagious just like a virus)
Your mind start panicking tangled up just like grapevines
Look into the eyes that paralyze, you realize
(Look into my iris, my shit is contagious just like a virus)
Your mind start panicking tangled up just like grapevines
[Verse 2: Mr. Bones]
I'm the sky pager, caped crusader, Darth Vader
Fucked up [Nikes?], an attitude, and a light saber
Who you lookin' at? You're not my father!
Thinkin' of preachin' or criticizin', don't bother
Now how many emcees must get slayed
Before fools learn step the fuck out my way
I display a lyrical weird style of rappin'
You think to scrappin', best believe your eye gon' get blackened
Kick back and enjoy the jam
I hope you're gettin' fucked up, you know that I am
Got my hand on a joint 'cause that's what I do
Hey yo nigga, we 'bout to crack this case, you want a brew?
Fill me to the brim with Alizé
A dash of gin and a hit of [?], don't play
Because you know my brew is down to do ya
Representin' this [?]
I got rosy red cheeks like my nigga Kris Kringle
Kickin' jingles, my shit is the bomb like a can of Pringles
Fill your ass up with a delicious jam
Best part about it, don't [need?] no [bruises?] on your hands
Spick-and-span, I'll clean your floor, but my shit'll clean your soul
Innercise your mind with strength of tenfold
I come smashin', bumpin' some Marilyn Manson
I'm old-fashioned, hittin' on your favorite radio station
Right across the nation, fuck segregation
Smokin' peyotes with Navajos on reservations
Penetration proceeds to be vital
Comin' up on your chin like a porno recital
Is I your idol? You know the title, it's Mr. Mr. Bones
Look into my eyes, see the birth of hypno
[Chorus: Mr. Bones]
Look into the eyes that paralyze, you realize
(Look into my iris, my shit is contagious just like a virus)
Your mind start panicking tangled up just like grapevines
Look into the eyes that paralyze, you realize
(Look into my iris, my shit is contagious just like a virus)
Your mind start panicking tangled up just like grapevines
Look into the eyes that paralyze, you realize
(Look into my iris, my shit is contagious just like a virus)
Your mind start panicking tangled up just like grapevines
Look into the eyes that paralyze, you realize
(Look into my iris, my shit is contagious just like a virus)
Your mind start panicking tangled up just like grapevines
[Verse 3: Hektic]
Oh my God, could you believe it's goin' down?
How could you motherfuckers compete with this sound?
With the mic cord strangler, you can't hang with a thesis
Beyond telekinesis, I'll smash your ass to pieces
Like my nigga Mr. Bones
R.O.C. fuckin' with microphones
Steady makin' shit for the dome, it's hypnotic just like a trance
The future's advanced, the [?] take a glance
I'm lookin' and lookin', I don't see shit, it's all black
My eyes collapse from the raps I extract
I'm livin' in the city where your hustle gon' make change
If somethin's in the way, you rearrange and maintain
A fool's bloodstain ain't good for nothin'
But leavin' a trace to a case, so motherfuck him, no haste
[?], hypno's the bomb
It's gettin' crucial, fuckin' with punks, I gotta lose ya
Way back in the crowd, mind speakin' aloud
Tappin' with my crew, you goin' down
Way above your highest cloud, so get up to get down
Roll with the House, fool, bring the know to everybody's town
[Chorus: Mr. Bones]
Look into the eyes that paralyze, you realize
(Look into my iris, my shit is contagious just like a virus)
Your mind start panicking tangled up just like grapevines
Look into the eyes that paralyze, you realize
(Look into my iris, my shit is contagious just like a virus)
Your mind start panicking tangled up just like grapevines
Look into the eyes that paralyze, you realize
(Look into my iris, my shit is contagious just like a virus)
Your mind start panicking tangled up just like grapevines
Look into the eyes that paralyze, you realize
(Look into my iris, my shit is contagious just like a virus)
Your mind start panicking tangled up just like grapevines
[Outro: Mr. Bones, The R.O.C.]
Yeah, the House wanna send a message
What? What? What? What?
Yeah, yeah, we got this shit, it's called Hypno
What's it called, R.O.C.? Hypno
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hypno, Hypno
To all the people over there, bite my balls
And to the people over here, bite my balls
And to the suckers talkin' shit, bite my balls
Yeah, you and your bitch, bite my balls
To everybody but him, bite my balls
Yeah, you too, bite my balls
I said you over there, bite my balls
And the people back here, bite my balls
To all the player hatin' switches, bite my balls
To niggas tryin' to stick my riches, bite my balls
To everybody out there that oppose, bite my balls
Bite my balls, yo, bite my balls, yo
That's how it goes
Hypno was written by The R.O.C. & Monoxide & Jamie Madrox.
Hypno was produced by The R.O.C..
House Of Krazees released Hypno on Wed Oct 30 1996.