Twista

Twista - Crisis

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Ft. Tech N9ne

(Verse)

Everybody got the memo, Michael Myers man I'm mental

Messy murder monumental hexed my mind

Metamorphosis made it mainly my many maneuvers

Missin' my malice, malevolent mr. N9ne!

Mediocre muthafuckas, my motive makin' minimum

Maniacal makin' me mash my line, monsta, musical massacre

Metaphysical minion may never match my grind

When I'm bustin' you think of poppin' an E

Hoppin' to Nina, boppin' no stopin', lockin' the B

We droppin' off and a couple's talkin' to me

But I flee, never see, Tecca Neez I'll be, forever

Look at the molish demolish, I get polished

I get dollars, I get more guala, mixologist and many I sell

You will never see the light of day

Right away you will die but I hide away, say goodbye

I'll see you in Hell

True shots, a who stops the crew's tops

You soft, I move rocks, a Mustafa

Boondock ya boo, Soo-Woo WATTA

Two chakras, you lost the new nana

After we ^&*() give it with the raw

Put you in deep and have your momma seeking the law

Freaking the beat, I get to peeking

Leavin' you off with the saw

Ain't nobody beatin' me in the brawl (cha!)

Y'all got to know, I stop the show (cha!)

Pick you off of the pillar, you know I drop the fo' (cha!)

Sica da sica sici da sica saca (???)

Oh, you ain't even in my optical (cha!)

I shock ya though, I rock the flow (cha!)

Nah, not so low like runnin' optimo (cha!)

Wassup to Joe from my block, the MO (cha!)

I did it to death and my nigga I gots to go! (cha!)

(Hook)

It's a crisis and a murder whenever you see both of us in the booth

It can be an interpretation of a catastrophic event of verbal annihilation if you don’t know the truth

It's a crisis and a murda wheneva you see both of us in a rage

It can be a murder scene, makin' you have to evacuate the premises

Killing the audience up on the stage

We are an anomaly, couple em, lock em, stomping 'em in the gut

You got to be loving the cut ^&*() or fuckin' 'em up

Or probably bustin' 'em up or vodka be up in the cup and drama be nothing to us

A combination of some oddities, coming to crush

And y’all won’t be nothing to touch

A body, we cutting 'em up

Twista ready to bang, and Tech got his face painted

Like he bout to go and do a robbery up in the truck

(Verse 2)

Whenever you recollect at me, a table taco

Bitch I see it like Liam Neesen in Taken

No Taken 2, better yet taking two

Wrecking you like I was vehicle Eddie

Or ready to reappear like I was ?

From the darker side of the universe

Universal predator is what you didn’t know

And they will go and get you

Bit of a medium, illy, about to punish you, word sensational

Whether I treat you like a &*() or hit you

But Tech, me and you could speak on the evil type of terminology

Em' heard our music but didn’t know we were an odyssey or an oddity

Used to murder probably, if not then I bet you we cause a verbal lobotomy

Tell them niggas to make a move badada move, badadabuse

I’ll show em they finna' lose and I refuse to be a fool

I kill' em, I keep em cool but I'mma do what I'mma do

Because I’m breaking the rules, let’s go

Bust you under lyrics, that’s how I shoot this

So either we gon' sect you while setting up the deuces

It’s the goof, it’s what a lyric proof is, it’s on the roof, it's

I could leave your whole team scadeuces, alluces, oh is

Ooh it’s, somebody you don’t really want to get into it with

I’m mythical, difficult when I don’t know if it'll be

A wise thing for you to do as far as playing with the unusual

Orien, or ion, am a scientifical

Indivisibility within the infrastructure of the family that I created is inevitable

Especially if we committed to getting money

So fuck the haters cause it’s the paper that you better get you

Take a mental with the spatial or leave it alone

My album dementia because I can get deep with a song

But look of a fiend, I'mma put him asleep with the chrome

Or lock a machine, come in if he breathing alone

(Hook)

It's a crisis and a murder whenever you see both of us in the booth

It can be an interpretation of a catastrophic event of verbal annihilation if you don’t know the truth

It's a crisis and a murda wheneva you see both of us in a rage

It can be a murder scene, makin' you have to evacuate the premises

Killing the audience up on the stage

We are an anomaly, couple em, lock em, stomping 'em in the gut

You got to be loving the cut ^&*() or fuckin' 'em up

Or probably bustin' 'em up or vodka be up in the cup and drama be nothing to us

A combination of some oddities, coming to crush

And y’all won’t be nothing to touch

A body, we cutting 'em up

Twista ready to bang, and Tech got his face painted

Like he bout to go and do a robbery up in the truck

Thanks to constantinv for correcting these lyrics

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