Hypnotized

[Hook: DNA Tru Lyricist] (x2)
Oh, get hypnotized
Oh, get hypnotized
Oh, get hypnotized
Oh, get hypnotized

[Verse 1: DNA Tru Lyricist]
Hypnotized, I rip those guys
And I eat 'em up like Five Guys fries
My-my-my, DNA’s dropping another one?
(How many is that?) That's 23 albums, son
23, I'm the G.O.A.T
The Michael Jordan of the rap game, show me what you got, bitch
I’m the top notch shot, take your shots
I pick the shot with the dropship
Leaving bodies in a coffin, rotten
Rigor mortis like they popping-locking
The body part black market working the auction
Stop all your talking and raise what you offering
Gaze at my awesome crystal ball
Yeah, I see the future and you all will fall
Trynna step up to the Gaboon viper strike your [?]
And any other competitors who survived were left nuts
Guess what? I really don't give a fuck
Twenty years in the game, test your luck, yeah
Test me, I'm Gretzky, I'll slap your puck
Bitch slap, Affleck, quack like a duck
Give a fuck if your name is Donald or Daffy
I chew up Donald Trump's arm like some taffy
Ask me my political views
It will go through one ear and out the other, your brain's screwed
And I came through to lyrically tame you
I change Kung Fu when the lyrical flames spew
I flame Royal Rota, I'm royal on the roster
I coil like a mamba to make your blood boil under
Gurney, come with me and take a journey
Look into my journal, but careful, it is germy
And I ain't talking COVID, I’m talking about a union
But this ain’t Soviet, so fuck what you're assuming
Give a fuck if you’re amused then, you're tampering with a loose end
Like the mask, origami fold you to a goose and
The crowd laughing so hard that their beer's spewing up out of their mouth
I'm ripping the blouse off of your spouse, cope with the sound of eating her ass
Sticking my dick and then blowing her ass, spitting the sick and they coming with doubt
I wanna be ripping the lines, showing now, a lyricist tripping inside of this
Zombies are coming, no keeping ’em out [?]
Clearly hearing it sobering now
It's DNA Tru Lyricist and the Leach

[Hook: DNA Tru Lyricist]
And we about to leave 'em hypnotized
Oh, get hypnotized
Oh, get hypnotized
Oh, get hypnotized
Oh, get hypnotized
Oh, get hypnotized
Oh, get hypnotized
Oh, get hypnotized

[Verse 2: Leach]
Check out this watch, it's going to be with you
No psychologist but I get up in the brain to
Saying things that change you, words that rearrange you
Like chemical reactions or sword-wielding assassins
Having 'em choking gas, and meanwhile, I'm just relaxing
Writing hypnotic music, get rolled on while y'all snoozing
For napping through the passion, waking up feeling stupid
Dropping these rap illusions, leaving 'em in confusion
Then disappear like magic, hit 'em like [?]
Get ready for the hat trick, coming back to remind them what's already established
Putting 'em up in a trance, making 'em dance
Eat 'em like ham, smoking a gram
Taking the hooks and I spread it like jam
Don't give a fuck and I don't give a damn
Getting 'em up when I'm bringing the flame
I be throwing 'em under like sedatives coming on heavy like drugs
Sipping the sides off of the bud when I'm ripping it up and then zipping it up and then sticking it up in the gut 'til I'm faded and huffing and puffing [?]

[Hook: DNA Tru Lyricist] (x2)
Oh, get hypnotized
Oh, get hypnotized
Oh, get hypnotized
Oh, get hypnotized