Twista

[fox69]

"Stories"
(feat. Fiend, Lifty Stokes, and Oobie)

"Stories"
(feat. Fiend, Lifty Stokes, and Oobie)



Yo Fiend, what up man? (Yo, yo)
You rollin' with these Legit Ballaz right? (Whomp)
Aight, well check it out
Won't you tell these muthafuckaz a lil' bit about where you come from

[Fiend]
Fire arms, sounds of alarms
Consistency in bodily harm
Where I'm from that's the norm
Fiend the ?
Lil' nigga ain't no man of creaton
Once we encounter the killin' spree we on
My defects have G's bet on
Niggaz dollars get they rep on
Speakin' with heat ? could bring death on
Nigga I'm called the killa
Cause every time he get it, it brought chills
Lead that's what made 'em take his ass for real
I done ? survivor
He never wrote the name of his drivers
And wondered that the man can deprive ya
It's there in black ink
With millions in dirty green had to think
Lives depreciated over drinks
Call me twisted
Rope burns to the neck was insisted
And all his hope turned to "I guess should I risk it?"
[Fiend talkin]
And that's why the law is laid down
You know what I'm sayin'?
From Fiend to N.O. to Chi, Twista
Pimp run it now

[Hook - Fiend (Oobie)]
Now to my hustlaz slangin' cain
I said some survive the game
Some just get they names in the stories to be told
Why the young never make it old
Now to my hustlaz slangin' cain
I said some survive the game
Some just get they names in the stories to be told
Why the young never make it old (Why the young never make it old)

[Liffy Stokes]
I live my life drownin' in homicide
Never let the drama slide
We killaz quick to let it ride
Send a nigga beddy-by when I let it fly
Niggaz be yappin' but they scared to die
Talkin' plenty shit till I cap off with the .45
Look into these smoke red eyes, feel me starvin'
Feel me shakin' up that dope in my apartment
And picture me on top of the world and still servin'
Blessin' all my shorties with birds to keep 'em workin'
As long as my hood is tight, my mind is right
Look at the dope line tonight, just doin' aight
For the nugs
Y'all got paper, I got paper so let's find some ass to jug
This struggle for power keeps us all up to no good
With constant heat, we cruise the streets like cops on D's
With the itchy sittin' dead on the seat
For the wicked and weak, tryin' to get down on what we put down
For this grid-ound, that's why we stand firm with these rid-ounds

[Hook]

[Twista]
Never thought that the cries of my people would get louder
When Chief first came home with that glistenin' white powder
But it gave us power
Never thought them ? packs that had us buyin' clothes and pullin' hoes
Would have our new Starter jackets filled with bullet holes
(That's how it goes)
And who would have ever thought that when we would rock this shit
That we would end up gettin' our whole block lit
By-standers got hit up
And who would have ever thought that women would be up on silent nights
Lightin' pilot lights
I would be crept on my a mask on silent nights
Now I'm wonderin' and thinkin', how can a man make a sack ??
Flip a new Lac with his work
End up in the back of hearse
Then be packed in the dirt
? over turf, can you hear the Mack when it burst
He get cracked where it hurts
Feel the automatic when it jerks
Comin' up in the land where the white and blue Dracula's lurk
Is that what it's worth naw, niggaz got the chrome in ? in the whip
Never let the law get the low on the licks
Bet they got a mob and they mob full of tricks
You ain't on yo P's, you gotta be
Fuck a ? strategy, don't be punked like no lame
You just a Bone in the game
Steady baggin' work, hittin' licks, and stackin' cain'

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Suicide"

"Suicide"


Um, them wanna test the champion, it can't be done
You walking barb wires, watch me carve liars to shogun
Cuts a duck, fuck "Naughty" I'm in that hate ya "Nature"
Ready to break ya, (state ya), claiming I raped ya, (faker)
Take you degrees deeper than death I get you dissed
To get you pissed, the mister split ya wrist
Thinking I bit twist now picture this
Me biting something from you, and you can't top me
Better yet stop me, or drop me, your technique is sloppy
Check my flow autopsy
Copy yet never be cleverly my shit blows up
Leaving them froze up, straight from the toes up
Rip these shows up, in my city, we run shit like president do
Turn you to residue, snatch you your revenue
Rip "This and That" like Dres'll a due
Vestibule, your dead bodies I feel we cut your hair short
Dissin the Chi, why dare sport
We fly more heads then airports
Thinking you hard but when I pull your card I bet ya stretch
Go fetch a Treach, I make him disappear like Etch A Sketch
Wretched nigga, keep Chi out your mouth or get your neck split
Quickly I used to wreck shit, but now punk I'm on some next shit
Check it, the crew you tried is making sure your bluer side
Face the beat down bitch nigga, fucking with Chi, suicide

Suidice when you're fucking with Chi - BOOYAH
I wonder why (I wonder why motherfuckers wanna die) [4x]

I come deep as golpher tactics, pop them like prophylactics
With flowmatics, no statics takin, breakin' punks up I'm a pro at it
Go at it with whoever, crew never cracks, pack gats
Fuck your chains and locks, chainsaws, hatchets, butter cutters and bats
Braids and blades and machetes, petty shit you carry
Can't scare me fairy, burn your obituary at the cemetary
II to a casket, heads in bread bask', was dead when lead blast
And burn him like ashes, FUCK A GHETTO BASTARD
Huh, come with that "hey ho", better stay low
End up with a halo, spread blood like mayo
Looks like a TKO, say no, to Treachery, bet ya be thinking you're ganking
I do the shankin', Naughty kids always get a spankin'
So uh, go diss some more emcees instead of these
Punk your better ease, or get your head filled up with holes like cheddar cheese
Never let a breeze, slow me down kid this ain't the season
"Tung Twist' back to Chicago"? Bitch, who told you I was leaving?

Suidice when you're fucking with Chi - BOOYAH
I wonder why (I wonder why motherfuckers wanna die) [4x]

Selector, my DJ cuts up, B-hyper, what's up
Let's beat the nuts up, eat the ducks up
Then sweep they guts up
The things I bring will make you spring forward and later fall back
Talking about Twisting don't impress you, like your shit is all that
Go get your tecs I got grenadas to pack pins
Be quick to stack men, black men with mac 10s
Ready to let their finger back bend
And if I catch your dreamin, of descendant schemin'
Y'all find an intoxicated demon, sucking semen, hear what I'm screamin?
Huh, another pussy wants to break me in a homosapian
Beat him down and won't give a fuck what type of shape he in
Yellow is the color of cape he in, punk your style'll be
Facing fatality, split his head like a personality
While I'll be cracking heads like jokes, leave a tight stitch
For dissing me hype pitch, fuck you and that white bitch
I'm hoping your mic switch
Remember that show in the West?
Thought I was a wimp, man please, the pimp slam Gs
Swing on MCs like chimpanzees
Get your nose bust, bones broke, make rappers split with this shit
Talking shit about the Chi behind me back, now you get this bitch
What's up nigga, come on step, unless you just a sucker
Fucking with Chi, suicide mission motherfucker

Suidice when you're fucking with Chi - BOOYAH
I wonder why (I wonder why motherfuckers wanna die) [4x]
[scratching]

 

[fox69]

"Sunshine"
(feat. Anthony Hamilton)

"Sunshine"
(feat. Anthony Hamilton)



[Intro]
When I wake up in the mornin’ love,
And the sunlight hurts my eyes,
Then somethin’ with out warnin’ love,
Bears heavy on my mind

[Twista]
Let’s get them dollars, Let’s get this money

[Verse 1 (Twista)]
I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind,
I got my finger on tha trigga, stayin' on tha grind,
And when I wake up in the mornin', I got's to hit a lick,
Saw the 2000 and 3 Navi, on Sprees wit' a kit,
Soon as my eyes see tha sunshine,
My thoughts is jukin' the block, and dodgin' the one time,
Peep how we movin' the rocks and wit' pounds of dro before I double my shit,
I can serve sixteen ounces for six and get back ninety-six,
A killa for tha skrilla, Nigga, Best not be stalkin',
I got's to get them bigga, figga's, fuck what you talkin',
I represent them nigga's ballin' wit' jewelry full of zickels,
Down to the nigga's chasin' million, their dreams' servin' nickels,
And I know, one day, I'm gon' come up,
And when you see me, don't hate, that I rolled up,
Get paid whether you legit when you slang, or tippin' off 'cane,
Until I take a dip in the Range, I'm flippin' them thangs,
Gotta get that money man

[Chorus (Anthony Hamilton)]
It's a lovely day, just got paid,
Stack it up, be on my way,
It’s Lovely day, lovely day,
Lovely day
It's a lovely day, just got paid,
Stack it up, be on my way,
Lovely day, lovely day,
Lovely day

[Verse 2 (Twista)]
A hustler's definition, is a hustler for scratch,
You serve a motherfucker, you serve him for that,
I'm makin' money off of verses when I spit 'em on tracks,
And if I ain't sellin' no records, I'm servin' them packs,
I got a, clip full of hollows, money makin's my motto,
Semi-auto and Marlboros in the bottle, 'til I hit the lotto,
Wit' dreams of ownin' a records label, flippin' words,
My nigga flippin' buildin's better than he was flippin' birds,
I got tha, mentality and tha motive I'm on a mission,
For tha money, you can get it too, it's all about yo ambition,
Play yo position, provide the plans, and follow procedures,
In tha six-hundred, blunted, wit' a pocket full of hundred's and Visa's,
Love, when I get that dust, hit 'em up, re-cock then I get back up,
Love, when I get that gig, get a crib, get a car when tha grip stack up,
It's still in the evenin' if I'm sleepin' paper problems,
Soon as I get up it's just another day, another dollar
Gotta get that money man

[Chorus (Anthony Hamilton)]
It's a lovely day, just got paid,
Stack it up, be on my way,
Lovely day, lovely day,
Lovely day,
It's a lovely day, just got paid,
Stack it up, be on my way,
Lovely day, lovely day,
Lovely day

[Verse 3 (Twista)]
Got love for the corporate playas that's ballin' rollin' jags,
Got love for the thug nigga's who get' it on tha ave.,
Love for those, who can make a mil and sit back and laugh,
And love for the fine stripper's who get it poppin' ass,
Love for the single parent's that's workin' through the struggle,
Love for those who gotta make a livin' movin' muscle,
Love for those who gotta watch tha hater's rollin' bubbles,
Causin' trouble every time a young brotha try to hustle,
And if I can't, legally make or not
Then I gotta get, right back on the block
And if it no work we do a stick-up and whip-up a concoction,
Might leave yo face down in the dirt because hurtin's not an option
Gotta get that money man

[Chorus (Anthony Hamilton) x2]
It's a lovely day, just got paid,
Stack it up, be on my way,
Lovely day, lovely day,
Lovely day,
It's a lovely day, just got paid,
Stack it up, be on my way,
Lovely day, lovely day,
Lovely day

[Outro (Anthony Hamilton)]
When I wake up in the mornin' love,
And the sunlight hurts my eyes,
Somethin' without warnin' love,
Bears heavy on my mind

 

[fox69]

"Swagga Like A Dopeboy"

"Swagga Like A Dopeboy"


Ya dig? Twista baby
Swagger like a dope boy, eye full of sky, all I see is turquoise
I be holdin and I'm rollin with the murk boys, stuntin with a pocket full of C-notes boy
Uh - it's the Twista, I'm back to work, when you see me talkin shit I get to act berserk
Treat a bitch like a nigga then smack her first then treat a nigga like a bitch and then snatch her purse
Ah, I still do it, listen to the beat and blow kill to it
Come up with some shit that make a nigga act up and a bitch wanna pop that pill to it
Chi-Town get buck, so don't fuck with them cause they will do it
Them VD's and Stones'll put it straight in your dome, I know conservatives'll make real fluid
Niggaz yellin "Almighty boy," hammer cocked back like The Mighty Thor
(Avengin) the death of a night before, like the gangstas'll do when they ignitin war
And the Windy City dreadheads, spray up your house and leave your bed red
Lay out your casket with your bedspread and leavin everybody fuckin with the Greg[?] dead
Cause I cain't go; codeine, swag, cocaine flow
Feelin better when everything is in slow-mo, cheddar with a methamphetamine, no joke
Uh - gotta let you know boy, for the beef dope must be the antidote boy
I wear my gold like a pimp do, and I got the low-key demeanor of a coke boy

[Chorus:]
And my - swagger like a dope boy (swagger like a dope boy)...
Swagger like a dope boy, st-st-stuntin with a pocket full of C-notes boy
Swagger like a dope boy, like a dope boy, like a dope boy
Swagger like a dope boy, st-st-stuntin with a pocket full of C-notes boy
Swagger like a dope boy (swagger like a dope boy)

Halloween in the Phantom or a Ghost boy
Got my shooters in the club with the toast boy, gunnin if they catch you comin too close boy
Yes; hit his head with the back of the gun, Jordans on and they sportin the spectacular ones
Robbin jeans with the front up in the back of the tongue, and I got some drama for you if you askin for some
Uh, I know some niggaz that'll rob for a livin (yea) I know some bitches that'll slob for the killin (yea)
Some people that don't wanna starve so they dealin with a cost for the peelin, shit is hard for a villain
I know some niggaz that say they would, but I'd rather fuck with them cause their 'fetti good (yeah)
Steak and shrimp in first class flights and ride in Bentley coupes cause every day they jux
(Woo!) When the bitches see us comin they be lookin like "There they go" (they go)
(Woo!) When we see the police comin they be lookin like "Where they go?" (they go)
Stayin low in them Louis Vuitton shoes, Hermes belt with the Cavallis on
To another party and they polly strong, swag on them haters is what I be on
Uh - how I'm walkin in the shit that I be wearin, make 'em all wanna do it like me (like me)
Make the bitches start trippin on their man when they see me in the Gucci white tee (white tee)
In the whip so gross boy, I do thangs, two chains on the throat boy
Cause I, be throwin money like the ballers do, and I got the low-key demeanor of a coke boy (yeah)

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Sweating"
(feat. Scotty)

"Sweating"
(feat. Scotty)



Yeah, yeah, just how long little momma? I'm coming through in a minute
Done here, put that little pink thang on for me, through, twister

I'll have you going, have you by the flowing, every time you think of me
And when they play my song I'll have you in the phone, sweating and you waiting for me

You sweating and you waiting, sweating and you waiting, sweating and you waiting for me [x2]

I see little momma in the mood, she thinkin about you, she really want bad
Body ready for kissin and huggin and the bear but... call you dad
Listen what you gonna be spendind because the words coming out of my mind is pow
My hat... I get you... even through you got out the shower
He gonna be the a last an hour so you gotta... twisted to get freaky
Body dripping with sweater you listen the cutter I bust you go nuts if you see me
I wanna pick her out of the mouth when she wrecking another motherfucker to hit it against the hair tool
And if they let me gonna be fucking with then let my music get prepared for
Scrip from my shot shot caulder,.. fucking with a boulder
The ice... marvey get with the flow, I can turn a room with a bear to a sauna
And never tells you it's a celebration because you're about to be the one girl
And you gonna... and listen to me, you wait for me to come and I'm about to beat it up

I'll have you going, have you by the flowing, every time you think of me
And when they play my song I'll have you in the phone, sweating and you waiting for me
That's right, sweating and you waiting, sweating and you waiting, sweating and you waiting for me [x2]

Now even through you're not so classy, you see... when I talk so nasty
And I love it when you tell your secret to telly cause you take it out so sassy
Look how I touch you when I spike that juice, mmm, do you like that boob?
And I got up in the strawberry's a whip cream, cause I be loving the way you wipe that fruit
I take of piece of them then put it right back, to squeeze the... back
And I go down and lick it at the crime,.. you don't know how to act
So does... and you be waiting, nobody be sweating but your heart be racing
... time's a crime, but you're trying to exercise your patience
Then I pull up the acupuncture looking... while I'm acting...
Then she's telling me the topper, the topper, the topper, until I give away
She sais I never let the white... alone and take me home and make me more
Cause I be coming with the shit that makes you hot
I think you better turn the AC on

I'll have you going, have you by the flowing, every time you think of me
And when they play my song I'll have you in the phone, sweating and you waiting for me
Oh yeah, sweating and you waiting, sweating and you waiting, sweating and you waiting for me [x2]
I know you're hot

It's another one for ya, some of you can bump in night
When you're getting ready for whoever to come do that
You all know how Twista does it
2010 gmg baby.

 

[fox69]

"Talk To Me"

"Talk To Me"


[Chorus X2]
Talk to me
Thats the only way I can find out whats going on

Now how and the fuck am I supposed to Know whats goin on
You nowin the truth but you steady just be holdin on
You harboring feelings but you don't be tellin me
When you be see'n me would it be better if we was hollin on the phone
They tellin me you got a problem, if its a cancer
Baby the twista got tha cure that can solve it I got the answer
Too many guys, too many guns
Plenty muscle when I hustle
You think a nigga was takin enhancers
We need to holla and get it resolved like gentelmen
Because if we don't I got those the turn niggas feminine
I'ma pursue when I pop it to'em they're goin to be choppin and screwin as if I swallowed a bottle of benalyn
I'ma just goin to end up and dumpin if we just don't holla bout somethin
Because you just might makin a plot to come murder me
Oh, your word to be, open heart surgery
Yeah you got a white t but I'ma be turnin motherfucka burgundy
I think there's a better way that we can handle this
So sit down and talk at the table, we got to be adamant
Takin a ride, and choppin it up in the phantom
As two niggas breakin it down like an analyst off the with cannabis
He say, she say
A nigga was steady be hearin the bogus remarks
Thought I was goin to have to go get it when it get dark
We talked about it, shit squashed

[Chorus]

Now how will I ever be knowin about when struggles arrive
If you don't be open enough to let me see inside
Right on the surface of things you thinkin that he's still alive
But since he's been incarcerated his spirit has died
He's sittin off up in the county while he goin be fightin a case
I'm seein the pain cause I'm lookin him right in his face
Never got caught off for pushin a bird
Now he goin be lookin and 30 for murder
Even though he ain't on the tape
Soon as he got locked up I had to visit him early
The truth was the homies and none of those niggas was worthy
He gave me my game and told me how bitches'll burn me
Damn, I want to kill of the district attorney
The loser aka the prosecuter was a steady accuser
Of my boy as bein around as the number one shooter
They sayin that the evidence is a rueger, a steady pursuer
What it do and make you disappear like the bermuda triangle
Why dangle a weapon in front of the court that I know he won't use
Now you in deep shit
Now I just gotta go pay off my lawyer's retainer
Homie gonna have a better defense
And I know that you ain't really feel like talkin about it
You want your freedom and just to put it past you
This is the only way that we can fight'em, dawg
So me and my lawyer goin sit down and ask you

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"The Come Up"

"The Come Up"


[Twista]
Let me take you to the wicked wicked Westside
Where them niggaz carry chrome and the best die
Where we push up in the corners that we fight for
City from the shores breeds gangsters and Vice Lords
Bustin pistols while we runnin from the five-oh
Hit the adversaries up because we drive slow

Oh I'm a killa mayne, standin on these corners
Hustlin for my denim mayne, and if you try to move
Soon as I hear one shot
I'ma let the tec and desert eagle ride non-stop
If I have to I'll commit a murder just to maintain
Tell me what you thought I'm from a city where they gangbang
And I got that thang thang
Get it however you want it cop a fo' and then split
Hustle hard and work your way up 'til you holdin a brick
Cop an ounce of this 'dro I got the flyest shit in town
Bet you within a week you'll be able to get a pound
Go ahead and drop you can whip on 24's to get around
Gettin paper make me feel like... {la-da-da-dahhh-deeeee}

[Chorus]
Let me see all of my gangsters come up - in Chi-Town
Let me see all of my hustlers come up - in Brooklyn
Let me see all of my riders come up - in the Bay
Let me see all of my killers come up - in Houston
Let me see all of my bitches come up - in A-T-L
Let me see all of my niggaz come up - M-I-A

[Twista]
Now let me take you to the motherfuckin Southside
City of the chrome, get shot up for standin outside
Don't talk no shit or you can end up on primetime
My nigga Ty Nitti be holdin down the nine-nine
That's where the thugs lurks
I done been out there and seen them niggaz put in bloodwork

When I'm in the 100's you can always smell the scent of purple
These niggaz always gettin money in they inner circle
Fuck with 'em they fin' to hurt you; gotta get they cash on
Necessary evil they quick to put the mask on
Then they gotta put the mash on; steady bustin at each other
I take a tool and bust my strap and scream out "Free my brother~!"
Bitch-ass motherfuckers; I'm about to break 'em out
If they hit me before they get me I'ma take 'em out
If we successful we gon' smoke a blunt and cruise home
Introduce him to his new Charger with no shoes on
'Til the haters move on
Fin' to set up shop now, gotsta hold the block down
Gettin paper make me feel like... {la-da-da-dahhh-deeeee}

[Chorus]

[Twista]
Now let me take you to the motherfuckin projects
Where the true thugs, and the elite members of the mob at
Know somebody; better call them out or try to tell them later
When they tell you "Where you from" when they catch you on the elevator
The fiends lurkin, niggaz serve in pissy hallways
Can't say shit cause they be gettin money all day

Mercedes parked out front, chillin with a hat cocked to the left
In the ride with the glock cocked smokin a blunt
300Z with the Lamborghini do's and some hoes with a big ol' project booty
And the beat kinda hot but the cops wanna come
To hold the work he got that duty
So they can't do nothin to me
Seventh flo' with the 'dro now, nineteenth flo' by the rocks now
Gettin paper make me feel like... {la-da-da-dahhh-deeeee}

[Chorus]

[Twista]
Yeah, some oh-six shit
For all the real niggaz and bitches to ride to
Not none of that ol' lame-ass, metaphoric-ass ol' goofy shit~!
This some of that real shit, that Chi-Town shit
That gangster shit, fool!
Twista bitch...

 

[fox69]

"The Dark Horse"
(feat. Tyme)

"The Dark Horse"
(feat. Tyme)



The dark horse (d-d-dark horse)
A little-known competitor, that emerges to win or succeed
although their victory is unexpected or unlikely
For example

[Tyme:]
Did you forget about me?!
How you gon' forget about me?!
Should've bet it all on me!
Now you wanna fuck with me

[Twista:]
...They wanna put a chink into Twista's armor
...But I didn't even blink in that fiscal karma
I just be stuntin on these niggaz and ballin on them
Tellin them I'ma be forever young
Cause ain't no motherfuckin artist alive fuckin with me
and knowin they compare to none
I am a (Dark Horse)
Creatively comin from a dark force
Closin the unexpected turn of events
as I commence to givin you another definition of hardcore
Lord have mercy on the souls that competed with me
and didn't know what I was capable of
Let a nigga on the track and I attack and snatch a beat and murder it
especially off of an eighth of the bud
Now recognizin me is an abomination
Speakin on the coldest and I'm not in the conversation
Over-achiever, forever the underdog
I spit it but still omitted from every writer's congregation
When I ain't on the list with the mic splitters
Every once in a while I do be quite bitter
The big three be stylin, but who quite iller
Dark Horse, Ray Allen, Mike Miller

[Chorus: Tyme]
Did you forget about me?!
How you gon' forget about me?!
Should've bet it all on me!
Now you wanna fuck with me
I did it myself my nigga, didn't need your help my nigga
Played the cards I was dealt my nigga
Now I got the belt my nigga
And they screamin out "That's my nigga"
Did you forget about me?!
Now you wanna fuck with me

[Twista:]
Can't forget about him cause he's stuntin
O.G. is son, I forever run it with a pocket full of hundreds
Spit it how I get it and they want it cause I flaunt it
because I get to the money
If I get to that honey I'ma have 'em all hatin on me
Screamin out "That nigga just don't stop"
Intricate part of my style is the way I swag on 'em
when I'm goin so fast and still it be so hard
And when I do I know these niggaz can't fuck with me, style it be ug-ly
They don't want none of me, and if we do get into it it's gonna be
just some shit that's in front of me, I'ma come gunnin, we
conquer all obstacles, and if it's possible I'ma get money, we
welcome haters and challengers, fakers not down with us
Takin our sound from us, we can get it on if they want a rhyme from us and I
be takin 'em out of the faith of a doubter
The face of a coward who's bravery's mistaken for power and then I
see if he learned his lesson, not to bully the lil' one cause he don't want it
Probably get the pistol off a molly that'll hit you
A one that'll come with a side of another phenomenal
that'll be turnin up the party when he diss you, it'll probably be an issue
If you think I'ma let you forget about
the way I can throw flames on 'em
Trinidad, +All Gold Everythang+ on 'em
Pull a Juelz and go all +Cocaine+ on 'em
And that

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"The Day After"
(feat. Syleena Johnson)

"The Day After"
(feat. Syleena Johnson)



[explosion, people screaming, glass shatters]
The day after... the day after...

"Are we on the air? Yes, we are live at the scene
of this tragic accident, where a car has ran into a building.
The person in the car was positively identified as rap star Twista.
Apparently, he went _Kamikaze_. The big question is,
will the rapper survive?"

[Syleena Johnson]
You're gonna make it, you're gonna make it
You got a right to survive, ohhh, you're gonna make it
You're gonna make it - you've gotta fiiiight

[Twista + (S.J.)]
Now it was a war it was like I was in Vietnam
But I kill 'em all, cause _Kamikaze_ was the bomb
Got a strap to my back and I ran in if I was a terrorist
Got 'em all scanned at this President's head everybody be calm
Die for my belief, but got out the rubbish because it
this cup of death, Death was not yet meant for me to drink from it
Thinkin how could I ever survive, I knew I was ready to ride
I even had C4 duct taped to my stomach but uhh
(You got a right to survive)
But you gotta have will and always be ready to come off the wall
They gon' be willin to test you and catch you if you talk the talk
But I'ma keep on with the struggle fuck leavin my body in chalk
(You're gonna make it)
Look at me now cause I'm standin on top of the globe (say what)
Makin big money for spittin my popular flow (say what)
Now look at the swagger of a platinum veteran servin 'em medicine
It's not a given to work cause I'm choppin them O's
Can't fuck with the swagger the haters just look at me nigh
I'm stickin them daggers in haters just look at them cry
The shit don't affact us effect us they wanna imagine
they take us lay 'em on the back, I'm makin 'em look at the sky
If I think they cool, I give 'em a dutch
If they break the rules, I give 'em a crutch
If they on the come up and I feel 'em I give 'em some dust
If they talkin shit I'ma bust at 'em and get 'em to hush
Get away clean, go high on the meter, I got the streetsweeper
A creeper believe I get deep as the word of a preacher (and I)
Lyrical retriever but good with them heaters
When I'm full of passion and fury like when you listen to Syleena (and I)
Went multi-platinum when I stepped on enemy grounds
Now bodies all over the world is fin' to be found
And _Kamikaze_ was successful now c'mon and feel _The Day After_
Twista done blew up and tore the whole industry down

[Syleena Johnson]
You're gonna make it, you're gonna make it
You got a right to survive, ohhh, you're gonna make it
You're gonna make it - you've gotta fiiiight
Ohhhhh yeah yeah yeah, yeahhhhh
You're gonna make it, if you believe it, you can get it
You're gonna make it, you've gotta fight [fades]

 

[fox69]

"The Heat"
(feat. Raekwon)

"The Heat"
(feat. Raekwon)



Yeah, yeah.
It's a no I.D. legendary Trackster production.

Twista...
I'm a giant, into astrological science
Rappin phenomenal violence,
I'm such a honerable tyrant.
Verbal telekinesis is cuttin fellas to pieces,
Hell of a thesis, but holy like you could tell it's from Jesus.
As good as Pelican Brief is,
With the force of a sorcerer, never put fork in a pork,
I'm orchestratin the orchestra.
Forfit your formula,
Cause I'm formin a thesaurus of versus,
Or it's a chorus or more when I smoke a forrest.
Super powers like Morphius, Orcious like the orical,
Portable mp3 players let you play what's recordable.
Ledgendary like Trackster, not scared to bury a rapper,
I'm up for the beef, you just a vegetarian actor.
Identification is gone have to go by me cause long as I don't got no I.D.
Victums don't got no I.V.
Intravenously poetry pedeialite I'm a give um,
They said it was hot so check the media hype.

[Chorus:]
Most people waiting, no there's no escaping,
The heat. {yeah}
The heat.
The heat {ain't no escape ya'll}
The heat {no turin back, I'm here forever}

I recolect the era where terra and recommendations
Of wreckin the mic, respect a mack with no hesitation.
Meditation or not, I'm givin my praises to Allah,
Thoughts of takin shit harder an throwin rocks at the Cahaba.
These days is bout the dolla,
All of um into ballin, this sounds scannin the cannon
You ask if it's all appallin.
All the braggin is saggin an swaggin an sellin drugs,
An the thug in tight pants an what happen to yes ya'll,
An, sometimes I can't help the violence when I kick random rhymes,
Make you shut the fuck up like sinuses or pantomimes,
Write a autograph for you as if you a fan of mine,
Cause I got you trippin off the way my grammar rhyme.
Fixation on my dictation is evident I'm benevolent,
Cause the flow is elegant, throw like an elephant.
They shoulda told um that I flow like petroleum,
An I been cold at the podium sense break dancin on linoleum.

[Chorus:]
Most people waiting, no there's no escaping,
The heat. {ain't no escape ya'll}
The heat. {yeah}
The heat. {Tracksta, no I.D.}
The heat. {mr immortality, I'm here forever}

[Raekwon:]
Coolin with the hustlers eatin rum fish,
Guns is crisp,
Can't stand fake niggas an fake bitches.
Don't make me upset my stomach,
Them killas will come through the bathroom an tie up yer hunny.
I'm all about my coins but fly Donald Goines a rat,
Fuck with fly chicken tender loins.
You know it, you blow it, you know gotta go,
You can't live here, word to the mamas that's a no.
Surrounded by dons an consularies,
Don't get glarey, a refridgerator might fall.
Don't worry you a good nigga, stay in that zone,
You speakin to a rich, real rap nigga,
Coolin on his throne. yeah.
Kiss yer forehead with lead,
I got some Chicago nigga that do it quick fast for some bread.
An my lawyer, an african prince,
Slid to America with 3 bags of dope in black bags.

[Chorus:]
Most people waiting, no there's no escaping,
The heat.
The heat.
The heat.
The heat.
{Ohhhhhh}