The Roots — The Hypnotic

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 Marilyn 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] (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 appeal and 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 x6, + D'Angelo in the background] (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