Lyrical Hypnosis - D Double E

I can hear voices talking, but I can’t hear what their tellin' me

I unleash when I’ve got a pen on me, just to get a bigger picture

These days when I’m writing, it’s like I’m writing a scripture (Blud klaat,

whoo)

That perfect mixture, this style can’t fit ya

You can call me Mister, Mister Mister D Double (It's mwee, mwee)

Don’t want no more pain or trouble

Can’t be stuck in this little bubble (What?)

Built this up from rubble (Who?)

Mister Mister D Double

Buda bup bup

That lyrical hypnotist in the midst

Are you on the same level as this?

Guess not, you need to practice

I work the hardest to be the largest artist

Lyrical hypnotist in the midst

Are you on the same level as this?

Guess not, you need to practice (Oh, my God)

I work the hardest to be the largest artist

Lyrical hypnotist in the midst

Are you on the same level as this?

Guess not, you need to practice

You wanna stop this?

You can’t flop this

Cream of the crop this

I’m on the top of the list, step to this

Get dismissed 'cause I’m a true damn lyricist

This is the end of this

(Back in the day)

Super Nintendo, that’s how my day would start (What?)

Draw for the Mario Kart (What?)

Wait for the race to start

Always lost but I had bear heart

In the corner givin' me drama (Alright)

Quickly dash the banana (Blud)

Send a man into the corner

I used to sit down, watch MTV

Hope yeah one day that’ll be me

Young MC building a CV

Don’t wanna be you, wanna be me (No)

I had to wait my turn, in this time no money got earned

In this time pure bridges got burned

Which way should I go, which way should I turn?

If you don’t listen you won’t learn

That’s what mumsy told me

Never let anyone rule or own me

Who’s your real friend who’s your homie

Them man are fake yeah them man are phoney

When I was down them man never phoned me

It’s not a ting, I breeze past them man like wind

Budu bup bup

(Lyrical hypnotist in the midst)

(Are you on the same level as this?)

(Guess not, you need to practice)

Fuck this ting

(You wanna stop this? You can’t flop this)

(Cream of the crop this)

(I'm on the top of the list, step to this)

(Get dismissed 'cause I’m a true damn lyricist)

Yeah

(This is the end of this)

'Cause I do the do

You know me 'cause I do the ting-a-ling

I been survivin' at the top since ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling

School bell-a ring-a-ling, it’s got a ting-a-ling (Yes)

If he wants to jump in the ring I’m swingin' him, I’ve gone too far

How could man every think it’s apart, I’ve made my mark

Who were out in there in that dark

Gotta be brave, gotta be smart

Gotta be smart, gotta be brave

I never saw you in a house rave

Dem time dere you were locked in a cage

I was roamin' the streets of rage

Just another chapter, just another page

Headed for the bigger payment, bigger wage

Ego came in time like age

Can’t survive on minimum wage (Nah)

That’s why I rap 'til I fill up the page

I get money in all different ways

Can’t just sit in my yard and gaze

That’s lonh, gotta make money and I gotta make wong (Yes)

If you know me then you know what I’m on (Yes)

Sat in the saddle, I keep riding on (Yes)

Buda bup bup

That lyrical hypnotist in the midst

Are you on the same level as this?

Guess not, you need to practice

I work the hardest to be the largest artist

Lyrical hypnotist in the midst

Are you on the same level as this?

Guess not, you need to practice

I work the hardest to be the largest artist

Lyrical hypnotist in the midst

Are you on the same level as this?

Guess not, you need to practice

You wanna stop this?

You can’t flop this.

Cream of the crop this

I’m on the top of the list, step to this

Get dismissed 'cause I’m a true damn lyricist

This is the end of this