Hypnotic Memphis Bleek (Ft. Beanie Sigel, Denim (Roc-A-Fella) & JAY-Z)

[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel]
Uhh, roll a L and burn a incent
It's like magic when I invent
This shit that I present
Yo, turn my levels up a izinch
And drop the treble down the pizinch
And let the bass commence
To relax your nerves
It's like a paintin' with no color 'til I attach the words
My mind the brush, my life the canvas, the world, the easel
Combines a perfect picture for people.. uhh
My words is colorful like autumn
The way they fall on the track like leaves when I record, uhh
It's nothin' like it when I write (When I write)
And I don't print it, I invent it and predict it like a psychic.. uhh
Pull down the shades on the windows of your soul
And gaze into your mind and watch the wisdom unfold
I was taught when your vision's impaired
The wisdom is there
A message from big homie couldn't-have sent it no clear.. uhh
I know the flow is like hypnotic (hypnotic)
And tightest tip when I drop it with no particular topic (topic)
Type shit that can't be bitten, so stop it
Type shit that can't be re-written on copy
By Kinko, Kodak, Fuji films.. uhh
Kin-folk know that groovy hymns.. uhh
Spit by him'll put the gospel to you
Catch some little higher learnin' from a sermon once I drop it to you
Hypnotic... hypnotic... hypnotic...
My flow is like hypnotic...
The flow is like hypnotic...
My flow is like hypnotic... uhh