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Dr. Morgan Hypnotherapy
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I understand you heard Dr. Morgan MD does hypnotherapy Okay, Don is the pulse straight? Just relax As you can see, Von is over there Look at his watch as it goes back and forth You're going to drift off to sleep, okay? And then all you'll be able to hear is our voices The young lion can't be tamed Like my mane Named Ilyas Young Elijah, the fire-bringer My mic's a stinger The brown hornet Gettin' buzzed, the world's my high I show nothin' but honey inside Feed my sweet tooth then we poof Hit the booth then regroup Watered-down MCs make MC soup Check 'em on the menu At our Chez Tanya Venue I been through a lot Face down in the dirt Making a lot You takin' our spot? Not We hot Why wouldn't we turn the fans on Your set'll take a dip like a swimming Cam'ron With cement pants on On a roll like Philly cheese spread Born smooth like my mom was in Billy Dee's bed Nine months prior All of your raps caught flats You should retire The way I lock it down The sh*t'll exceed lifers TM funkier than the sh*t in your seed's diapers Tired of the thugs Tired of the guns and drugs Tired of the money talk Tired of the same old same old Want something new So open your mind Here's what we'll do Hypnosis (hypnosis) You can't hear them anymore Hypnosis (hypnosis) Tanya Morgan's at the door Hypnosis (hypnosis) Get ready for a ride To the heavens Let the sun and moon be your guide I be fighting my mind While I'm writing a rhyme Whittle a witty sentence down Into a bangin' bar and I'm My own worst critic Second-guessing as I spit it Try and top the last take Pray I'm conveying my spirit Hey I'm just saying I live it And you shouldn't get it twisted It's broke now, but I'm trying to fix it Pad these pockets that's linted Then we rock it, that's a given Take it, let them b*t*h about it Did you doubt it? Nonbelievers get their whole sh*t rerouted Fight for mine like Iraqis Without wrinkling my khakis That's tacky I'm pretty but gritty So ditty bitties dig me So I dig the kitty out If not, don't spit it out I'm nasty but classy with it Acting timid goes against My code of ethics Use the bible code To decode my message My essence is that of a pharoah Masked in urban apparel You's a barrel of laughs Shoot cupid's arrow in your ass I see your future when I look into my past At the age of twenty-three I hate every rapper I see When I was thirteen It was just so keen No, I'm joking No hating from me The state of hip hop is fine In the state of NC California, Georgia Illinois, etcetera The music is cool I'm just tired of the extra Bubble gum rappers with marketing plans Parked on 106th in promo vans It's in style to be an MC So everyone is rapping now I'm just a fan who captured thoughts Articulate and put 'em down Tired of complaining so I made my own jams Now I don't have to play the radio programs Tuned out what you about Cats was hot in '97 But they formulaic now Drum up beef for record selling Swelling past fat, ski mask rap, I'm stealing your fans Pour a flow fluid, while you dudes is spilling the SPAM On the count of three when I snap my fingers You're going to wake up and you're going to be immune to wack 1, 2, 3
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