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

logical thoughts is enterly divine, we crcucifie emcees line after line time after time bust emcees with verbal nines, stay on the grind and penetrate verbal specimens in punchlines