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Midwest Invasion

Twista

This Is Hip Hop [X-Ray]

2005

niggaz don't when they hit tha door you better believe it's about that show, nigga

[Twista]
Ain't no seeds in my dro, coming cold no matter what season I

a cling film
Sensei, I jump in the middle and let the thing swing
Pull strings like Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen
My new ting got old flings trying

they send them shits in blue
Link up with my posse
Speeding like a Rari
I been floating like i'm Marhi
Takin shots no forty
Moving like a zombie
Earrings

on her tities
Feeling like SpongeBob I be suck on her drip
I've Goin takin a trip' I've been trippin' out of the meds
And now I'm geekin' out of space
I

the chosen one?
Is it really Jesus?
Do you believe the scriptures
That say no man knows the season
Nor the hour or the day in which the son
Will crack

this commotion
Even with the quick hits
I'm rolling deep slow motion
Crystal clear coming through like the call to ground control
Move it or lose it
Bob

angel, I’m seeing life clearer at a different bent angle
I’ll rather be wise to life this life so right
And if you get by that money will multiply
Losing

serving these
smoke levels on Bob Marley.

Swing around when I see a thread,
They probably thinking I'm Tom Holland.

Broken still, just getting started,

a screw
It's owned by StateFarm crew
Maybe I'm kidding you
Trust me, it's not that bad
Finished product, I'm glad
From sticking to the script
To then making

on the train from Willesden Green
Places I've never been
And as the seasons come and grow
So do all the things I used to know
The way my heart will flow

stress
Y'all hit a bit of that crip, your whole shit will congest
I'll have you gaspin' and wheezin' for air
Now it's time to get to work, cause the season

sleeping
Far away Tom, they peepin
Been going hard and I got my reasons
Fever here, it's my season
Give em my tears sweat and my bleeding
Breathe life into

When Simp and the Kidd link up
You know that we fucking shit up
Bitches and blunts is a must
I done lost all of my trust
I done lost all of my love
I

I'm on go, PS VITA
In her walls, I beat it Blackpink, Lisa
"Twilight princess", bet I won't go "Link" her
Fendi lingerie a real fashionista
Nina

for the winter
Yeaaa
You brought the sand to yo beach by drivin' the boat
I sent a message to link up do you reply? No you don't
Then get to post post

the summer,
I was trappin' through the seasons,
I was trappin' for a reason,
The only way that I was eatin',
I was trappin' on my doly,
I was trippin' every

prime, but I still feel like I'm up against time
I send it up, you tryna get tough, really ain't havin' that, oh
Link back with bro, ridin' round slow, we

up for the DriveBy
Bump into you for the highlight
Don't know bout you but the times right
Don't know bout you but I might
Skrt round yours how bout 5?

how I get groovy
I need blue imma star I ain't talkin bout subie
When we link imma zellda cash mean that shit truly
I'm with bob and he build the shit

Tryna cut, no scissors
We gon’ pop, gon’ blow like blisters
When this drop, one way, no stops
I’m giving niggas gifts, no Kwanzaa
No holiday season

Gimme some peace and I'll get em pieces
To show their niggas they're steezing
Been in it for hella seasons, I'm seasoned
I got the ATM seizing from all

beat the case
You got bout three mistakes
Before I hit you in your teeth and face
She bump my tape inside her beats by Dre
Cause she got decent taste
She

the money
Now the shit u say cant get a coin for it
U don't know who u are 
I know some nigga in the D that tell me I ain't off by the far
And what they do

on the team 
But he could scramble round, maneuver quick and bob

And I dreamt that I could play like him
I practiced in the backyard but the chances of that