The beat was made by hitting a glass candle with a metal pen for the melody. Asia sings on this track and KILLS it!
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Story behind the song
I had a suspicion about something that happened to me, then my mind went off on a what-if story. The rest is history.
Lyrics
-the Hypnotist-
Yo I got a suspicion, I think I know who took my money, alot of it's missin', I'm not a magician; it's funny, you dare me to kill him, you think he hidin', scared of me, illin? where is he chillin', cuz he tryina embarrass me, feelin' clever wit cheddar, I'm 'bout to feel better than ever, dont sweat a beretta, I'll just let him get a head up, yo hop in the rizzie, bout to get busy, is you wit me, if not than its strizzy, aight, close that shit, B, the pedal is punchin, Im doin' a benjamin, plus one, adrenaline rushin, yo, fuck a settled discussion, I plan to get rowdy, and hear him panickin' loudly, yea, thats him standin' by my man in the Audi, screetchin' the brakes, 40 people deep in the place, keepin' the faith, hop out the whip, beatin' his face, he packin' a pistol, pull it out faster than disco, clappin' a clip load of hollow tips in my ribs yo, I ran outta life, on a cloudy night, yo don't hang out aight, cuz I found the light, and you'll be one step closer to death, right right, that means ya one step closer to life.
CHORUS: (the Hypnotist) 1X
What's more larger than life, right, when your squad's in a fight
at night you might sharpen a knife
Now ya one step closer to death, holdin' ya breath
hopin' the vest won't let gun holes go through ya chest
CHORUS: (Asia) 2X
Whats more larger than life?
Aint nothin' more larger than life
So now ya one step closer to death
And now ya L is burnin' out in the cyph
-Aristokrat-
My click is the sickest, pull out my hairy white ass and bitches'll kiss it, ya peeps are beefin' wit Hypnotik ya swimmin' with fishes, the Hypnotist up in ya crib wit his dick in ya Mrs., see this is just the way we do it, the people are crooked, and all you fags get stabbed like needles in cushions, put in a back brace takin' a serious whoopin', said you was thugged-out, now you appear to be shooken, actin' fly but I know you a doo-doo musician, plus I got ya girl cookin me food in ya kitchen, fried chicken, when I'm done she assume the position, but who really gives a fuck what we do with the chicken, who is you dissin', my crew will just ruin' ya mission, you sorry man, like REM you just losin' religion, so much damage, you cant manage, ya poopin' and pissin', ain't quite dead yet, but the red fluid is drippin', top of the hospital, I'm droppin' you 70 levels, now the only choice left is heaven or devils, you ain't larger than ya life, you better get settled, cuz when the reaper come you'll be the one dead in the ghetto, get it or lets go, lets go...
CHORUS (the Hypnotist) 1X
CHORUS (Asia) 2X