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[Canibus] Yo // Can you feel it? I know that everybody’s heard of that // But this is the ninety-eight version of that // Biz Mark, one of the founders of this art // Discovered evidence, of the disease and documented it // Now the name of the virus is called Hype-Nitis // A terminal condition that effects all biters and liars // Hypnoholics can’t acquire my respect // ’Cause they snakes, and I can smell the venom on their breath // Hype-Nitis // [Canibus] Alright now, I’m about to break the Hype-Nitis down // It’s characterized by a certain type of lifestyle // People that treated you foul, just wanna be nice now // Smile and raise their eyebrows when you come around // I remember when I first started to work // And tried to get this job as a label intern // Them niggas was killing me, ‘cause wasn’t nobody feeling me // A and R’s wouldn’t even risk demo-dealing me // Can you believe that shit? // That’s how it was back then // [Canibus] Yo // I know most the niggas I exchange pounds with or lounge with // Wouldn’t be around if my career was spiralling downwards // They’d crowd around me ‘till I’m surrounded // Ask me who I’m down with, ‘till I replied, the navy seals outfit // They told me my album was coconuts so they rewound it // I knew they was hypnoholics by how their voices sounded // I pull a silver can out of my trousers // Paid a public announcement about the hype juice and then I bounced kid // [Canibus] To me Hype-Nitis is like the measles, ‘cause it’s a disease too // Studies show it affects one in every five people // It’s so lethal, the cure can’t be achieved through // Hypodermic needles or the ingestion of medicine in teaspoons // If you feel the need to here’s a toll-free number // They’ll send you an eight-page pamphlet for you to read through // Eight hundred, seven, nine, three, two // There’ll be available hypnoholics standing by for you to speak to // |
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