Released on October 30, 1996

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[Intro]

You just tuned in to the number one hypno station

I'm here with the [?] how y'all doin'?

[Havin' fun Tommy, eh?]

I'm, I'm alright

What type of music do y'all do?

Well, it's not, it's not heavy metal

Uh huh

It's not rap, it's somewhere in between

Right, right

And the album should be out in the fall soon

Um, it goes something like this


[Verse 1: The R.O.C.]

Step into my mind and let me test you emcees, I'm yellin' freeze

[I do convict these?], I'm aimin' the shit at your head

Nigga, you can't catch up, if I was [?]

Through this rap game, slutty bitches is doggin' my thoughts

Ass and pussies erupt like a volcano

Hot like lava, so I rock just the same old

Hoes don't evеn try to come my way, got my own woman

Stored for a rainy day, what's up, baby?

And for you bitch niggas that think you hustle and shit

Didn't somеbody tell you no need for [evictin' the rap crew?]

[?] back in '92, I'm rollin' [?] through your neighborhood

I thought you knew that it's all good

For the soul, I likes rock and roll

Likes this rap shit better, I do it 'cause I like the [?]

I won't let up until I see [?], I guess the day will never come

So here people, I'ma give you some

I gets my [pinch?], I won't drop dead

I will drop bombs, fuck Hiroshima, 'cause fool I'm

The R.O.C., my crew the House, boy

Slipped and fell into Mr. Bones's [solo ploy?]

To come at these fools and pick this bitch like it was 'Cisco

What the fuck they callin' this? Hypno


[Chorus: Mr. Bones]

Look into the eyes that paralyze, you realize

(Look into my iris, my shit is contagious just like a virus)

Your mind start panicking tangled up just like grapevines

Look into the eyes that paralyze, you realize

(Look into my iris, my shit is contagious just like a virus)

Your mind start panicking tangled up just like grapevines

Look into the eyes that paralyze, you realize

(Look into my iris, my shit is contagious just like a virus)

Your mind start panicking tangled up just like grapevines

Look into the eyes that paralyze, you realize

(Look into my iris, my shit is contagious just like a virus)

Your mind start panicking tangled up just like grapevines


[Verse 2: Mr. Bones]

I'm the sky pager, caped crusader, Darth Vader

Fucked up [Nikes?], an attitude, and a light saber

Who you lookin' at? You're not my father!

Thinkin' of preachin' or criticizin', don't bother

Now how many emcees must get slayed

Before fools learn step the fuck out my way

I display a lyrical weird style of rappin'

You think to scrappin', best believe your eye gon' get blackened

Kick back and enjoy the jam

I hope you're gettin' fucked up, you know that I am

Got my hand on a joint 'cause that's what I do

Hey yo nigga, we 'bout to crack this case, you want a brew?

Fill me to the brim with Alizé

A dash of gin and a hit of [?], don't play

Because you know my brew is down to do ya

Representin' this [?]

I got rosy red cheeks like my nigga Kris Kringle

Kickin' jingles, my shit is the bomb like a can of Pringles

Fill your ass up with a delicious jam

Best part about it, don't [need?] no [bruises?] on your hands

Spick-and-span, I'll clean your floor, but my shit'll clean your soul

Innercise your mind with strength of tenfold

I come smashin', bumpin' some Marilyn Manson

I'm old-fashioned, hittin' on your favorite radio station

Right across the nation, fuck segregation

Smokin' peyotes with Navajos on reservations

Penetration proceeds to be vital

Comin' up on your chin like a porno recital

Is I your idol? You know the title, it's Mr. Mr. Bones

Look into my eyes, see the birth of hypno


[Chorus: Mr. Bones]

Look into the eyes that paralyze, you realize

(Look into my iris, my shit is contagious just like a virus)

Your mind start panicking tangled up just like grapevines

Look into the eyes that paralyze, you realize

(Look into my iris, my shit is contagious just like a virus)

Your mind start panicking tangled up just like grapevines

Look into the eyes that paralyze, you realize

(Look into my iris, my shit is contagious just like a virus)

Your mind start panicking tangled up just like grapevines

Look into the eyes that paralyze, you realize

(Look into my iris, my shit is contagious just like a virus)

Your mind start panicking tangled up just like grapevines


[Verse 3: Hektic]

Oh my God, could you believe it's goin' down?

How could you motherfuckers compete with this sound?

With the mic cord strangler, you can't hang with a thesis

Beyond telekinesis, I'll smash your ass to pieces

Like my nigga Mr. Bones

R.O.C. fuckin' with microphones

Steady makin' shit for the dome, it's hypnotic just like a trance

The future's advanced, the [?] take a glance

I'm lookin' and lookin', I don't see shit, it's all black

My eyes collapse from the raps I extract

I'm livin' in the city where your hustle gon' make change

If somethin's in the way, you rearrange and maintain

A fool's bloodstain ain't good for nothin'

But leavin' a trace to a case, so motherfuck him, no haste

[?], hypno's the bomb

It's gettin' crucial, fuckin' with punks, I gotta lose ya

Way back in the crowd, mind speakin' aloud

Tappin' with my crew, you goin' down

Way above your highest cloud, so get up to get down

Roll with the House, fool, bring the know to everybody's town


[Chorus: Mr. Bones]

Look into the eyes that paralyze, you realize

(Look into my iris, my shit is contagious just like a virus)

Your mind start panicking tangled up just like grapevines

Look into the eyes that paralyze, you realize

(Look into my iris, my shit is contagious just like a virus)

Your mind start panicking tangled up just like grapevines

Look into the eyes that paralyze, you realize

(Look into my iris, my shit is contagious just like a virus)

Your mind start panicking tangled up just like grapevines

Look into the eyes that paralyze, you realize

(Look into my iris, my shit is contagious just like a virus)

Your mind start panicking tangled up just like grapevines

[Outro: Mr. Bones, The R.O.C.]

Yeah, the House wanna send a message

What? What? What? What?

Yeah, yeah, we got this shit, it's called Hypno

What's it called, R.O.C.? Hypno

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hypno, Hypno

To all the people over there, bite my balls

And to the people over here, bite my balls

And to the suckers talkin' shit, bite my balls

Yeah, you and your bitch, bite my balls

To everybody but him, bite my balls

Yeah, you too, bite my balls

I said you over there, bite my balls

And the people back here, bite my balls

To all the player hatin' switches, bite my balls

To niggas tryin' to stick my riches, bite my balls

To everybody out there that oppose, bite my balls

Bite my balls, yo, bite my balls, yo

That's how it goes