Tony D (a.k.a. Harvee Wallbangar) - U Can't Escape the Hypeness lyrics

[Intro] Ladies and gentlemen, it's an honor to have a real swinging cat with us tonight… [Verse 1] I just flow and flow and flow, and if you come to my show The Mosse takes up at least seven rows The stadium's packed up, more paper is racked up s**ers who play me too tight should just back up Give me some elbow room to consume As I lower the boom and kick another tune But how much hypeness can one man take, that's the question You're still guessin', mind boggling ain't it? No way to explain it But believe me when I tell you that this picture's well painted Something brand new that you thought we couldn't do Thought the Mosse was through, but the jokes on you Yo, heads up, look, we're on a rise Like Bebe's kids we don't die we multiply Catchin you out there, making the crowd cheer Kick a rhyme I took you outta here like last year Feel Mosse mania, taste the flavor The reason the crowd's all standings cause I made a Sudden impact on back to back tracks One hell of a comeback, that some ain't expected Comin' at a rapid rate, with too much weight You try to brake but -- oops! -- too late You can't escape the hypeness [Hook] [Verse 2] s**ers get scared of this, so they stare at this So waiting for mistakes and flaws but it's errorless Petty [young Gs?] like to talk behind my back but they see my stats then they ask "How do you do that?" Very simple, change my tempo So drop [a tear and there?] and let me flow Switch my pitch, change my style a bit Tone'll give me somethin swift and let me rip Some might want to try me to see what I can do Bring the blunts and the brew, I'll take out your whole crew You want some work We can do this, to find me ain't hard - why? Cause I'm always on the Boulevard Here's a brief description in case you're misled Gold teeth, pants saggin', and my hair's in dreads A hip hop fanatic, no doubt about it the baddest Outstanding Asiatic Science so wisely wrote that you can't cope When it comes to being dope, I ain't no joke They underrate us, the critics hate us They try to dis but when they hiss they admit to [?] The stations played us and they still downgrade us But to hell what they say, they ain't the ones who pay us They need to bu*ton their lip, cause here's a tip - With the old rockers sh** you better get a grip You can't escape the hypeness [Hook] [Verse 3] My style to be a little bit different's the purpose To master it I took a while if I hurt ya Now the time, the place and the pace makes it perfect And the beat's so smooth, it's only right that I hurt this Silly fans compare my jams to the next man's It's a Boulevard thing, so they can't seem to understand Why I go flip for a grip for the ill tip Cause the mental's too strong, I don't have time for the nonsense So later for that, just adapt to this format And those who think that I lack just get pimp slapped The Boulevard Mosse unclingin' all static Getting fatter and fatter, multiplying like rabbits It's called originality, if it ain't, me it ain't gonna be So do me a favor and please stop telling me Who I should sound like, I'm being myself Stop trying to throw me in the boat with everyone else Cause I focus my mind on one thing, that's getting paid Cause there's people to meet, and there's money to be made So song after song yo [I've?] got it going on You can throw the monkey wrench or you might as well just sing along Or dance to the program, or groove with the smoothness Get down as the ba** slams, and flow with the music And don't try to fight this because you know that you like this No matter how hard you try, no you can't escape the hypeness [Hook] [Outtro]