Don't Tell Me - Twiztid, Boondox, King Gordy

You always on the sideline wit guide lines

Never to help me, but to hate mine

When i pull up baby, its game time

I’m bringing the heat, now that’s a flame rhyme

They’ve been saying we doin it the wrong way

Fuck what dem all say

I wasn’t sellin back then, and I ain’t sellin today

I got the family reppin for me, we done come a long way

To listen to anybody tell us we didn’t innovate

A different kind of music happens

But the ones that feel a little bit different can be an outcast like Andre

Imma big boy with this strong jay

I’m underground like a dead body

Hook: x2 (Madrox)

If you tryna tell me, please don’t waste your time, I never listen, I’m

Too busy with my hands in the air, I’m feelin dizzy, I’m

Not tryna hear anything you sayin, turn the music up

Let the track bump, let the track bump

(King Gordy)

Yeah, uh

Heres a picture with your little sister getting fingered

Entered in the center of her clitoris and then disfigured

Hit her with a clip, and kill her, flip her in the river

In the middle of the winter

Send her on a chilly mission

Bodies frozen, I’m hopin cops and boats will find her

Floatin, I suppose that’s shes decomposin and probably smokin hot

Sorry the bitch cold, this shits bold

Me and Twiztid still interested in digging in her hole

Minds militant, rhymes ignorant villain with no soul

Find villages, I’ll pillage it, sittin on a throne

I’m a ninja made of magic, monoxide its on

Tell Jamie if they say his name again, bitch I’m clapping chrome

I’m the new gutter, it’s the new summer of sam

Look on the news cover, calling me silence of the lambs

Mixed with the blues brother, show my true color

Cut the horns off, still more evil than Lucifer

Hook x2 (Madrox)

(boondox)

Look at the blood line, and you see I ain’t playin

Listen a lil bit closer and you’ll hear what I’m sayin

That we ain’t goin nowhere, this just another evolution

When the whole scene was ready for another revolution

And we shakin it up

Why they shakin like a seizure

They keep bumpin out shit, while we bumpin out the speaker

And we deep and beneath ya, when we spitting like walls while we walkin on water

They all swimmin for the life boats

(madrox)

Don’t tell me when I succeed, im nothing more than a sellout

They ain’t tellin me keep it real to the ass and reality fellout

Don’t tell me to never change, imma season inside a fitting room

Trying on whatever makes me happy, to find a better mood

Don’t tell me to choose, im finicky and hard to please right

Don’t tell me how to act, how to look, or who to be like

Don’t tell me tell me wait for tomorrow cuz im livin it today

They can try to tell me, but I’d​ never listen anyway

Hook x2 (Madrox)