Artist: Virtuoso Album: The Final Conflict Song: Hypnotic Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro] Yo, yo ("real hip-hop") fuckin right! ("Real hip-hop") Virtuoso ("Real hip-hop") My man Khrome on the track ("Real hip-hop") It's Big Bang motherfuckers Yo, Final Conflict shit, bitches~! The Final Conflict ("Real hip-hop") Uh-huh, Stevie D turn me up, turn me up Yo yo, take that! [Virtuoso] Yo, yo, it's V-I-R-T, U-O-S-O Let's go man, hand over the escrow like presto Feel your heart pound cause your chest know You'll see +Souls+ like T-O, Plee and Phesto Sniper scope buck 'em down with a spiteful flow You're hyper no, don't fuck with the titans though They know I'm comin, start lockin doors Cause my flow is gon' blow like Boston George I rock the floor, cold flow freezin the jet stream Spit so hot, whole oceans will get steamed Wipe out marine life, machine like, Starscream fight Your whole team bite, they stylin half and laugh Cause it's unbelievable you ask bikers to walk a violent path It's inconceivable when I'm strikin that you'll survive the wrath Sometimes I ask why is the whole world strewn with peons Then I remember they're weak meat for me to feed on For eons we on the top of the food chain Like Steve Martin, I'm the man with two brains Double-headed dragon I guzzle flagons of butane Increase the murder rate when I regurgitate and spew flames Tackle a few trains, dropkick some airplanes Fight and rage against the tidal waves still isn't fair game I got the upper hand on earthquakes that crush the land Basically, big Virtuoso is the fuckin man [Chorus] Real hip-hop shit, the hypnotic Mind control when I drop the rhyme and flow So let's go, it's Virtuoso Let's go, it's Virtuoso It's the real hip-hop shit, the hypnotic Mind control when I drop the rhyme and flow Let's go, it's Virtuoso {*2X*} Real hip-hop shit, the hypnotic.. [Virtuoso] Yoooo! When you see a I-R between the V and T with U-O-S-O on the E-N-D That means y'all better +Run+ like +D.M.C.+ Before you in an ambulance with the EMT's Your +Music's Factory+ made like +C&C+ My crew's spittin nutrition like GNC Faggot rappers roleplaying like D&D The janitor job, the only time you seein keys/ki's But we, about +Business+ like +PMD+ I got a flow made to blow like TNT We, kick in the doors like a B&E So what I'm spittin get distributed by BMG See, we lifers where the street corner ciphers and mics in front of thirty thousand people we put the heat to you biters In the jungles we tigers, I was born with stripes The earth stops spinnin when we perform with mics I'm sworn to fight with every breath in my chest Cause if you're, born in life then your destiny's death And if it's, on your might see where the weapon is kept So forget wrong or right, wear a vest on your chest Yes, that's an invitation to war for y'all cats Look we off the hook and they shook to call back After all that y'all faggots gon' fall back I hear your mouth running son but where the fuck your balls at? [Chorus]