The Hypnotic, The Hypnotic, The Hypnotic...

[Verse 1: Black Thought]

Yo, I knew this girl named Alana with mad persona

She dealt with reality, never fed into the drama

I met her through my nigga named Jermaine Palmer

Who knew her through his peoples by the Baltimore Harbor

Alana was a Maryland

Thorough and attractive shorty that's relaxed with me

And kickin' back with a phat flick to cool out

Was stressed 'cause the game'll make you wanna pull a tool out

And go the old-school route

But all of that ceased when that piece checkin' the jewel out

A brother was charged, light a spliff and listen to the DeBarge

Let the shorty hit me with a massage to anoint

Lubricatin' my meridian points

That was the summer, easy to remember

Alana was all up on Tariq agenda; how I used to back-bend her

She even told her best friend Belinda from Virginia

Who asked me if I had a cousin I could recommend her

But as time flowed on, we grew more mature and further apart

When I began to do tours, we lost contact and slowly parted

Reminiscin' of when it started

It keep me feelin' heavy-hearted

A stolen moment, periodic

Addicted to her presence like a narcotic

Though, I wonder if she ever got it, The Hypnotic

That faded like a dream sequence that persuaded

Beyond bein' infatuated, spiritually intoxicated

Calm, sedated, I concentrated on how to get in touch with her

'Cause the fact of the matter remain that I miss The Hypnotic

[Hook: Black Thought, (D'Angelo)]

(Driftin') The Hypnotic, The Hypnotic, check it out

(Driftin') The Hypnotic, The Hypnotic, c'mon

(Driftin') The Hypnotic, The Hypnotic, check it out

(Driftin') The Hypnotic, The Hypnotic, c'mon

(Driftin') The Hypnotic, The Hypnotic, check it out

(Driftin') The Hypnotic, The Hypnotic, c'mon

(Driftin') The Hypnotic, The Hypnotic, check it out

(Driftin') The Hypnotic, The Hypnotic, c'mon

[Verse 2: Black Thought]

I would begin to dial her number

But knowin' it's been a while, it's hard to link

I figure what she'd probably think and soon start to drink

Fightin' the feelin' I'm concealin', apparently at first appealin'

Later revealin' to be deeper, resistance increasingly weaker

The essence of life is more than just mics and puffin' reefer

This universe of Black Thought that I can teach ya

I'm tryin' to touch ya, but only if I can reach ya

I hit this kid Hassan up on his beeper

And asked him if he had a chance to speak to

Jermaine Palmer, whose father's a preacher

To make the story short, me and my man soon ran

Into each other on the humble at a show in San Fran

I said, "Yo, Palmer, when did you last see Alana?"

He offered me a seat in attempts to make me calmer

When he began to break it down, my mind start to wander

Response beyond somber

Incredibly crushed, kinda feelin' on my shoulder that of a boulder

To find out that her life was over, it made the room feel colder

I thought I could get with her when she was a little older

But she a victim of the wicked system that controlled her

It's all chaotic within my life, it's symbolic

Forever shadow on my mental, I never forgot it

Yo, the psychotic, The Hypnotic

Yo, check it out, the most melodic Hypnotic, yeah

[Hook: Black Thought, (D'Angelo)]

(Driftin') The Hypnotic, The Hypnotic, check it out

(Driftin') The Hypnotic, The Hypnotic, c'mon

(Driftin') The Hypnotic, The Hypnotic, check it out

(Driftin') The Hypnotic, The Hypnotic, c'mon

(Driftin') The Hypnotic, The Hypnotic, check it out

(Driftin') The Hypnotic, The Hypnotic, c'mon

(Driftin') The Hypnotic, The Hypnotic, check it out

(Driftin') The Hypnotic, The Hypnotic, c'mon

(Driftin') The Hypnotic, The Hypnotic, check it out

(Driftin') The Hypnotic, The Hypnotic, c'mon

(Driftin') The Hypnotic, The Hypnotic, check it out

(Driftin') The Hypnotic, The Hypnotic, c'mon