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Twista

Carl Terrell Mitchell (born November 27, 1973), better known by his stage name Twista, (formerly known as Tung Twista) is an American rapper. He hails from Chicago, Illinois and is known for once holding the title of fastest rapper in the world according to Guinness World Records in 1992, being able to pronounce 598 syllables in 55 seconds. In 1997, after appearing on Do or Die's hit "Po Pimp" produced by The Legendary Traxster, Twista signed with Big Beat/Atlantic Records and debuted under that label with Adrenaline Rush and formed the group Speedknot Mobstaz in 1998. His 2004 album Kamikaze went to the top on the U.S. Billboard 200 album chart after the success of his Billboard Hot 100 single "Slow Jamz". more »

Year:

2004

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[Intro: Twista + (Ludacris)]
Yeah, you know it's about to go down right?
(Yeah!) Got to let them know who is this? (Ludacris!)
And who else n****? (Twista, wooo, ahhh!)
Uh, uh (check it out)

Sometimes I think that I got to see a little bit of brighter days
'Cause I confine myself to a city near you in a solid cage
And you could look to the left or the right but I'm trapped on center stage
And I could rap to the beat, but I don't know how to change my ways

I still hear a fool and I track them, distract them, and whack them
Jack a n**** for the day to days and I yak them, attack them, and sack them
Get a weapon and I crack his brain cause I'm a hustler, baller, pro
And it wouldn't be right for me to be around busters, and crawlers, and hoes

But I'm a pimp at night, so talk s*** and I'm a lift them up off of they toes
With a street sweeper regulating quarters, and ki's, and o's
In a two-seater, Ludacris and Twista with bags of dro
Smoking, choking, get them open, croaking

It's so potent - I'm hoping to keep on floating
Soaking wet and you can bet, people I'm high
I'm seeing lions, and tigers and bears - oh my!
And I can't hide it or keep it hidden, good riddance I'm felling good

I'm weapon-concealing, stealing my neighborhood
Would, could, and should break a n**** off
They'll see you later, go to the doctor, hold my balls and (cough)
You caused some vapors and I caught the throne, brain blown, honey I'm home
Give me the microphone, and fools is like, "leave me alone!"

[Chorus: Twista]
Throw it up if you get high, get blow, get drunk
If you want what I'm on, come on and kick it
Let's ride, smoke dro, beat the trunk
All the bad a** b****es that want to party
Just shake it, great players get pumped
Me and my thugs, and hustlers in the party
Get money f*** hoes, get crunk

(Look out!) I put a little bit of hash on some motherf***ing purple haze
I feel it all over my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi
Got me up and then rippng s*** in a rage
In the netti cofetti with a belly, Gucci

Timberland stepping on the petal up in the Cadillac truck
Want to get me for the wood
Better get the whole motherf***ing hood to come and give you some back up
We can get into it and if you want to do it

I'm leaking the fluids out of the bodies that want to come at this
If they all get some blood for f***ing with thugs that I bury
My adversaries better not want none of Twis'
Represent for my city, anybody that different with me

Got to get him for thinking it's a game
And whether you from my city or not, talk s***
I'm a kill him especially if he say my name
I've been up on him - I handle my business

And I'm a stick him up for the scrilla, from K-Tilla, smoking on a fat piller
Murder haters that don't feel a
N****z claiming they want to bring it, but really don't be killers
Balling out so hard the size of my rims grow to a hellafied sight-scene
When the dough become no bigger, I'm going to drop that 2003 on 19"

[Chorus]

We balling out of control, I floss on, play on, pimp on
A speed deamon, pedal to the metal when I'm in the zone
Hang on cause here I'm gone
In the motherf***ing wind when I'm sippin on Henn'

I got paper, you owe something
And I done came a long way from letting me hold something, to roll something
Find a body, then fill him up with some adrenaline
And then kill him and send him to the cemetery

With a flow for the whole world like a poet,
Check icy cold, your Pop's so hungry, he mends a berry
S***, and when it come to shipping good
Who that?, who that?, I got the sack open

And the herb got the flow so strong
Hot them on crack, the track is for back-to-back smoking
Never come up with it unwise, and he
N**** you ain't untouchable when I spark the heat

Coming at you like sharks to meat
The blood is softly, I can tell when a mark is hard as we
Come fully loaded cause I'm hard to beat
Always screaming where a beat and the dro at?

You know we love that cut up
In the back of the club with purple in the back crying
Twis' and Ludacris get f***ed up

[Chorus]

Pass me the..
Let me smoke my..
(Yeeah, this a Wildstyle production
Twista and Ludacris collabo, get it, get it
Get it, uh, yeeah)

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