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TWIZTID lyrics - Mostasteless

2nd Hand Smoke

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Free your mind I represent the East side, no peace Fuck the police We tell you to increase the deceased at least A grown man tellin you something that he believe Practice to deceive, no more tricks up my sleeve What the fuck bitch, chuck bitch Why you talkin shit Better duck bitch. Before your dome get hit. This shit is Twiztid deeper than that Old French braid. Stickier than jam and jelly phased, kick it Everybody else real talkin bout something. What you thought you heard bitch, Can it, cause your frontin. Dead wrong. Dinner table conversations. Leavin' you pistol-whipped in the corner with abrasions. Part of the contamination of Mind State. Sleep in a dream, hopin it's gone when I awake. Mama think I'm a play on play serial killa Fruitloop biting my mind like Godzilla We survive like catipillas in cocoons and caskets Stretch the industry like elastic So fantastic, like the Newport cigarette that I smoke. Hit the motherfucka till I choke I brag and I boast about nothin Death, dying, and hoes fuckin So understand that he's saying something. Never be heard I'm underground with the dirt and grime Smashin heads be my reason for rhyme I'm on time like a motherfucka Leavin you hangin in the forest Standin in some comfortable shifts like Chuck Norris Check the chorus Second hand smoke when you breath. Remember what I told you always believe. You relieve on the Monoxide Child and wild. Travel the world on nine cloud screaming loud. Free your mind Breath it in second hand smoke Free your mind Breath it in second hand smoke You phony bitches wanna shut me down Pullin plugs on the microphones. Hatin on the individual handle Mr.Bones Hope your speaker's ain't ohms or they dead blown If they aren't turn this motherfucka up and mash on As we blast off bitch ass niggas at fast rates Growin at a fast pace made my heart race. Lookin death in the face and I don't even shudder. If my woman starts cheatin motherfuck her, bitch I'm out my cell Seen weed, fame and wealth So take your hopes and dreams, And put that shit back on the shelf Cause we rollin in a ride far from stolen Cigarette lighters, power windows, wood grade motors and Takin curbs with ease, blowin trees, lookin Chinese Hopin that the cops ain't tailin me. Tryin to violate the glass house Nigga pass the blunt before you pass out Cause now it's on, pushin hubcaps Patrollin the hood, so fuck that. Heard the shit and the shit is all wack Plannin the attack, cause we move when it's dark at night Believe the rumors, cause they probably all right. Outta sight like concealed weapons and drug trades Barricading your door for the raid And in the shade is a sawed off double-barreled pump Lookin for mothafuckas who wanna jump. Cause I got 13 bullets in my pocket I'm a mad man My trigger finger turnin suckers to sand Free your mind Breath it in second hand smoke Free your mind Breath it in second hand smoke Distraught from head trauma You can't even see the drama I get the persona from marijuana At night I lay stressed with no place to go All by my lonely screamin out fuck that show Cigarettes, blunt smoke I love the smell Player hate me cause I smoke, burn in hell Cause it ain't for everybody I live to sever bodies so melancholy Suicide is just a folly and I'm out Free your mind Breath it in second hand smoke (what, what) Free your mind Breath it in second hand smoke Free your mind Breath it in second hand smoke (what) Free your mind Breath it in second hand smoke Free your mind Breath it in second hand smoke Second hand smoke, second hand smoke, What Free your mind Breath it in second hand smoke (yeah) Free your mind Breath it in second hand smoke (right) Free your mind Breath it in

Happy Thoughts

MICK JENKINS "FreeNation Presents, The Pursuit of HappyNess. The Story of MickalasCage. fool..."
[Yawns] We're gonna do something a little different here for ya folks Free... [Clears throat, sniffles] It's gonna be really groovy, man Marijuana rollin' Keep them bottles comin', models comin' Take a seat, be fake with me cause they know I got dollas comin' This is what it takes to be happy? Please... Don't let them bleed yo' mind My nigga just free yo' mind I hope you can see it nigga, been prayin' for peace/piece of mind Chiefin' on leafy greens and thinkin' just like LeBron The 4th quarter's up on us, I'm hopin' we finish strong Prop and Chris do too much I'm just hopin' we finish song Niggas be smokin' with' us and hopin' to finish bongs The quotes is what's really potent, the focus is on what's wrong The message is in yo' mind, I'm hopin' you sing along I know you gone listen close, I just hope that you see the prob Marijuana rollin' Keep them bottles comin', models comin' Take a seat, be fake with me cause they know I got dollas comin' This is what it takes to be happy? Please... Don't let them bleed yo' mind My nigga just free yo' mind I hope you can see it nigga, been prayin' for peace/piece of mind Still feelin' peachy kings save this peach drink, they be divine Calypso it be the bomb, tell 'em about it Mick HappyNess is for the free, you can tell 'em about the clique How we tell 'em about our hearts, or we tell 'em about a brick Gotta break it down for these niggas then sell it out on the strip Off the strength We isn't whack And they feelin' a couple tracks And I'm movin' like Nicky Bond so I'm flipin' a couple packs, of this brick Music you hearin' I'm chillin' with all my niggas New Amsterdam in my Sprite I'm happy without that life A master plan in my sights Keep it tight When I right, fool And keep that Marijuana rollin' Keep them bottles comin', models comin' Take a seat, be fake with me cause they know I got dollas comin' This is what it takes to be happy? Please... Don't let them bleed yo' mind My nigga just free yo' mind I hope you can see it nigga, been prayin' for peace/piece of mind Free I told you it was gonna be groovy man

Circle Square Triangle

Grim Skunk
How could you be so blinded by your own greed I tried to relax one day I found myself freed We're tearing at the walls We're screaming for more We're crawlin' through the jungle to the demon's door You can do what you want to but maybe You should cut it out and see if it bleeds You've made the world so heavy It's pulling down like gravity Your life is end over end over end And it's tumbling down the mountain And it's picking up speed It's getting harder and harder and harder... To take a new direction the pull's too strong Burn that poison out before too long Make my soul breathe fire take my hand Take your life one step higher free your mind Greed holds you down on your knees Release all your worldly needs See how your mind is at ease Free from this swollen disease He stands alone in the fields Me I know just how it feels When I first met you You were young and unimpressed By things of value Which you now lust to possess You want it so bad That you're going crazy you're obsessed With the things that you have Can you buy your self-respect I'd rather lose everything Than gather gold like a king With a crown on my head and a stone in my heart Bleeding me dry 'till it tears me apart

Get High

BIG TYMERS "Hood Rich (Explicit)"
[Jazze Pha] Yeah, yeah, yeah, ohhhhh Nah just kidding, ha....ha...ha Ay! ay ay ay! Welcome to the side of the world where we just do What the fuck we want to And smoke how we wanna smoke And fly Up above the sky Fly with me as I go around the world Boys and girls, here it is [Chorus] Well I'ma smoke (I'm gon' smoke) Until I choke (until I choke) And I'ma drank (I'ma shole drank) Until I can't (until I can't) See I'ma smoke (yes I'ma smoke) Until I choke (until I choke) And I'ma dra-a-ank (I'ma drank) Until I can't (until I can't) oh oh Oh ye-heah [Baby] Smokin hydro-phonic and I'm high as a kite Sippin on some crissy on a Saturday night Mind on my money and my money on my mind and i got Freaks at the teley ready to, do a nigga all day all night Drinkin on a bottle of that seriousness Tell that bitch that you wit to mind her bizz-a-ness Cause she'll be under the spreads Givin me head in a Holiday Inn Under the cover Drunk as a mutha fucka Me and her friend Got the OG goin on til 6 in the morn' We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, we gon' make us a porn Now tell the TRUTH, ABSOLUT make ya wanna have SEX But BaCARDI Make you NAUGHTY You don't have to use X But weed is what you need to get yo mind flowin right But HENESSEE is ENERGY, we fuckin tonight And RUM'll make you NUMB Make your dick stand strong And CHRONIC is BIONIC, make the sex last long [Chorus] [Mannie Fresh] Now, y'all see, I'm at a point in my life Where don't shit matter to me but smokin Ya know? They don' turned my mutha fuckin lights off But I got a lighter, and I'm gon' smoke And if I had 5 mutha fuckin dollas left And I had to eat or smoke I'm gon' mutha fuckin' smoke Ya know? If, if was a 5th we'd all be drunk mutha fucka Wooo See? That's how I get down I'm gon' smoke til I blow up Drink til i throw up And pass out on somebody kitchen flo' Roll me another fuckin fat one And go back to the liquor sto' Goodnight mutha fucka! (Muah!) Smoke on!!

Your Love

JAY-Z "OST - Streets is Watching"
[Jay-Z] Christion.. listen Uhh, Jigga How easy is that? Lame mad cause the game that I, spat at his chick So I had to double back quick, and clap at his click Soon as the smoke cleared, I got back in his *bitch* Tell that man son, I ain't your ave-rage My-rap-is-as-sick-as-it-gets All the while, hand my hand on her, ass and hips Told her, Let's get gone; listen to Christion Play full of smoke, take small pulls to choke She almost overdosed, how them cats hold their notes Know that the flow's no joke, mine strictly fold dough And since you over age, and, I'm overpaid We can play in the Rover til the verse is over.. Jay [Christion]

Second-hand Car Spiv

Kinks "Preservation: Act 2"
Sung by Spiv, Flash Floosies Spiv: I was born a slum gutter infantile, Brute-force educated, delinquent juvenile. I am a product of mass produced factory fodder, Streets full of tenement blocks, rat infested filth and squalor. I left school, went straight on the dole And unemployment's no enjoyment, Welfare State owned my mind and my body and my soul. So I worked my way up to be a second-hand car spiv, But don't judge me harshly because I'm just a slum kid. I built up my business with a quick wit and fist, So don't double-cross me or my hoods will dissect you With their black jacks and shiv. Slum kids never get a break, they've got to fight their way up. Wheel and deal, beg and steal, Sweat blood to earn a buck. I didn't want to work on the factory floor, I wasn't content, I wanted more Than to be a slave of a lathe, Work all day and go home bored. So a second- hand car spiv was what I became. I built an empire because I used my brains. Chorus: He was a second-hand car spiv up from the slums, So don't judge him harshly because he's just a slum kid. Then he moved into property, stocks and shares, Spiv: And into high finance and you've got to agree That running a multi-million corporation Sure beats selling cars second-hand. Chorus: Once he sold old worn out heaps to the punters on the street, Spiv: Now I'm in control of the country as a whole, And the world is at my feet. Chorus: The world is at his feet. Spiv: Power, power, I've got power oozing out of me, And when you think of all the things I've done It says a lot for one Who worked his way up from the streets. Yes I'm a second-hand car spiv. Do a deal, buy and sell, It's my trade, I know it well. Make a sale, ring the bell And let the suckers go to hell. Bank the profits, count the change Another sucker comes your way. Life is a crooked game, And slum kids never change.

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