aiight i mite as well post on my shit


my crew is dead murdahd by tha first//
but on tha real it was killd off by my minds rebirth//

YOU TALKIN FLY//
TILL WE WALKIN BY//
AND POPPIN SUMTHIN//
SEE YOUVE FORGOTTEN SOMETHIN//
NIGGA ORDO ABACHO AINT NEVA FRONTIN//
THIS AINT BOUT RAP//
AND MUSIC, IT AINT EVEN THAT//
WE LEAVE YOU HALF STEPPIN BITCHES SLEEPIN WHERE DA FISHES AT//

Tha name be Twiztid Killa and I rep UP N COMIN'
A newbie clique of emceez that'll send y'all RUNNIN'
I don't mean to sound cocky, but our shit is TIGHT
We smokin' the competition - as if we had a LIGHT
Burnin' and tokin' - rappin' and SMOKIN'
All aside all, yall suck ass - Im just JOKIN'
But really - y'all ain't nothin to US
Elevatin' fa life - we all gotz tha rhythm LUST

where more LOGICAL then a game of chess/
our THOUGHTS can't be released cuz we to high teck/
LOGICAL THOUGHTz are like busta "we break necks"/
new breed of emceez verbally murderin mceez