Lyrics:
Let me explain things
T.W.I.S.T. was born at a time of crisis
The same year I escaped DYFS, with my three sisters
Firstborn, I'm the son of Kénol
a conspirac
It's no use
Lights are on but no ones home
Point me to the fuse box
I just have a short fuse for those
Programmed by the news
Average and medium
OT
You know me, baby girl, show me the money
Doin 90 down 95 South
If we don't move it out, then the town'll have a drought
Pushin, pedal to the metal
Oh, what a night, yo, that I've just been through
I barely made it home from this hip-hop venue
These two guys, no three guys, no four, no, this
(Three-point-five clouds up my window, and I can't see it all)
(Paddy on the track)
(It reminds me that it's not so bad)
My lean's gone cold,
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
by like the birds on the skyline
I'm afraid we lost our time
Or is it alright?
I twist and I turn
I break and I burn
Trying to make all of this work
Back by popular demand
Dope pound gangsta feel
Want a real DJ, with a OGA
A bitch is a bitch, whether she poor or rich
She still gettin' a gang
Intro
Big Mic
Big waves
Big waves
Big waves
Big waves
Big waves
Big waves
Big waves
Big waves
Verse 1
Big Mic
Wake up from Dreams of doing it
as pitch, I tear the label regal off the hat
It's more a weasel, where is the maker, these are all people
When the higher self is lethal just to stare at but
anyway, what can I say?
Oh by the way, it's anybody 'kay?
So when you in LA, or nigga round my way
Give me a holler on the 310 or 213, yeah
Don't need a big name to break the mold
All triple A games are takin' notes
Timeless stories, innovation
And the memories, that we're makin'
It's
Don't need big name to break the mold
All triple A games are takin' notes
Timeless stories, innovation
And the memories, that we're makin'
It's time
blazin' the gun
And all that good stuff, six-three walk with a strut
On these New York streets like baby what
Anything can happen, it usually does
I'm
lime from my Bacardi
Rub it on my body, kiss and twist and barley
Ask the don dada to do that song
While I, "Ooh ah, ooh ah", how I do that so long?
memories on the way
Life is unfolding it's happening right before your eyes
On the road to paradise
[VERSE 3]
Might be surprised
by the strength you're
seen… as they truly are… where I earn my stripes and scars… and it’s year round “open season”, on my heart… hope to stop its beating, before it starts…
niggas who claim they shooting but neva seen three 57's
Now what reason would you hold it fa
Put the pistol down, nigga, pick that weed up, roll it up
It's 3am that time again
Where I'm still awake while they're sleeping
It's 3am that time again
Where I'm all alone and I've had too many
Long nights
Karma is a bitch, I just wish it would exist
So life wouldn't have to twist
Who's a priest and who's a witch
Karma is a bitch, I just wish it would
Are you in need of assistance?
I can assist with my fists
And a little turn and a twist to
Keep my prey at a distance
If we join in arms
We
to the bedroom locked myself in, the clip is in
Teach 'em a lesson it ain't healthy to rob
They fit to slip on the job, soon as they twist on the knob
Just like
KWIRK
Captain?s log; Stardate: 3.142857--Aw, forget about it! This is Captain Kwirk on the Starship Intercourse. Thrusting its way through space,
and lease the whip
But If you gotta stunt
Then shop by the residual
But take a hint from me
And start ya LLC
Take that Jordan money
Make it mortgage money
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