Clear - Twiztid

I don’t fuck with people I know that I can’t trust

Last time that I did it it sucked like a bang bus

Thought that we were family like brothers and play cuz

Really it was nothin but haters who ain’t nothin more than the fake love

They spread like rumors and Vegas

I feel like we live in a world that’s so consumed by the fakest

I leave em hangin like a curl when I’m in the face of the fake ness

You ain’t the king of the underground cuz you live in a basement

Face it

You took my style copied and paste it

I realized backspaced and erased it

I feel eyes replicate the hatred

From their minds straight to all their faces

I covered all of my bases so they don’t bite my shit

Cuz they can’t entertain us if they ain’t got Twiztid

Tell me how could you blame us if you’re the one who missed it

When We told you a hunnid times but you wouldn’t listen

Plain and simple like the pimples on ya bitches booty

I ain’t gotta ask she just give it to me

Sometimes I feel like I’m livin in a movie

I know we should give a fuck but do we

Reach for the stars like Lucas on stilts

You can tell me how a legacy’s built

I’m the industry’s scary Terry

Get your dreams killed

Cause we’re living in a very very

Hateful world of guilt

Mutha fucka I’m a prodigy

With a lot on my mind

Multiple personalities make it hard

For me decide

If success is the same ol latter

I wanna climb but I stay dropping shxt

Till it plug up in the pipeline

Now we don’t except «L's»

Two heads are better than none

Kenan and Kel

No were not bragging

New attitude like P Label

Enter the dragon

Run off the ledge or sink or sail

Tell em to bring wooden planks

Hammers and nails

Intending to crucify something

That no longer sells

Calling us devils when they the ones

That’s close to hell

Excessive brutality and the need

To over kill

And wonder why nobody give a fuck is how they feel.

Game split

Usta be about who were or run with

Now they out for self

And finna sell you out to get

Head over heels in a game that’s faker

Than a bitch with prosthetic credit

So many claiming God’s gift

But more like a stable hand

Rather than a wordsmith

Cletus Cassidy in the brain

Eddie Brock when I spit

Life of a lunatic

That could really give a shit

And wanna smack you like a bitch

Live in fear

Cause the fear living everywhere

Static blur channel change

Message interfere

In my mind

Hit delete and

CLEAR

I’m on a mission to get it

I’m on a mission to get it

Out of my head

I’m on a mission to get it

I’m on a mission to get it

CLEAR

I’m on a mission to get it

I’m on a mission to get it

Out of my head

I’m on a mission to get it

I’m on a mission to get it

CLEAR