she was the hypnotic, and potent as a narcotic

the bizarre logic of it all, is why the clock tick

pages of the calendar flip, we can't stop it

time will either tell the tale, or turn a love toxic

now was she real, or an illusion of this optical

confusion with the accent of ancient egypt

or could it be that she's the one i was supposed to be with

and together walked this twisted, staircase is somethin realistic

damn, her lips having me addicted to her presence

front page material on essence, a queen, imperial before her adolescence

and as she grew into a woman she became refine

i never knew another like her in my lifetime

so now i travel through a tunnel of space, without a place

on the face of this earth, with this pain gettin worse

drivin me insane, or release i'm touchin the brink, of sanity

to think of how i can link, or contact her

i was a fool before, but more wise after the fact

i'm analyzin how i'm wantin her back

and wonderin exactly where she could be on the map

i'm just sittin here spinning the world on one finger

re-occuring thoughts of this brown skin singer

yo, the psychotic, the hypnotic, yo check it out

the most melodic hypnotic

-the roots, the 'notic-



i've been looking for the lyrics of this damn song forever. the problem might be because the song is called "the 'notic" and not "shining star (remix)." damn kazaa.