Twiztid Whatz That!?! Lyrics

Mirror Mirror Track Listing
  • 1 Mirror
  • 2 Reflection
  • 3 The World
  • 4 4 Those Of U
  • 5 Through Your Eyez
  • 6 Whatz That!?!
  • 7 Left Field
  • 8 Dirty Lil Girl
  • 9 CNT
  • 10 Alone
  • 11 Your The Reazon
  • Check 1, check 2
    Now what it feel like
    They say we're just a couple in the way ass, talkin way too fast
    And all our shit, it sound like trash (what!?)
    You can't see us, replicate us and try to be us
    If only you swap me 2 stripe adidas
    Now what you holdin down, dog your whole style is tough
    Your rhymes is whack and shit don't bump
    You say I'm hatin, hell naw, I'm just telling the deal
    And since I hate you then I don't give a fuck how you feel
    We keep the dead jumpin put your hands in the air
    You can diss the unreal, but the unreal don't really care
    We don't give a fuck, more bodies up in the trunk
    Every day is Friday the 13th with bad luck
    Somehow we made it through, don't know how, somehow we do
    Without relyin on radio or interviews
    Where my killers at, middle finger in the air
    And we spread in the numbers everyday so be prepared

    Chorus: x4
    Whats this
    That's what it's like
    And I don't want nobody to know

    I could cut your eyeball out with a exacto blade
    You still couldn't see my freekshow mindstate (twiztid)
    Levitate up in the middle of the room
    And have everybody shakin in they kung-fu shoes
    I got madrox wit me packin a bowl
    I got 17 keppin 1 in the hole
    I got a stash spot that I keep on the low
    Incase I gotta put in work on the bitch ass juggaho
    People sendin me their death threats
    But I got something for you fake ass bitches better believe that
    My axe is swingin I got your blood on my face
    With your body still floppin cut in half at the waist
    It's like peepin with a mad man
    Shit it ain't nothing to loose but my shell and you can have that
    Never ? you mother fucker never die
    With the axe and the pistol representin the eastside

    Chorus x4

    We got the dialect to dialate you intalect
    We change up love and hate without no textbook or no internet
    We stomp on waves (waves) play in the graves (graves)
    And we take the minds of those are listening in interphase
    And defind mind frames, everyone is king
    And the pressures of the world are crumbled by the words we sing
    I contend I'm sick and pissed of all this bullshit
    We all up in your face while a bone(?) is geriatric

    We ain't the trend of the millenium, I can tell ya that
    You can keep the freestyle rap and backpack
    We are the drama seekers, looking for non-beleivers
    We walk on water and clouds in search of dream weavers
    I hope your glad to meet us, now get the blaze up
    Your just a hot dog spot bitch so raise up
    You outta mind, outta body, outta spirit, outta rhymes
    Sneak up on behind you in the dark from behind

    Chorus x4

    Written by: Andre Christopher Lyon, Angie Martinez, Jamar Austin, Marcello Antonio Valenzano, Melissa A. Elliott

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