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| TWISTA Miscellaneous Nun Ah Y'all Can Hang None of y'all can hang None of y'all can hang [repeated] [VERSE 1] Hype! You better pipe down, or a fight's found I know you can tear the mic down - huh, sike, clown Say I'm phony like Christmas cause I twist this Diss and hiss this, I'm pissed, come and kiss this Butt of mine, you ain't but a blind muthafucka Duck tail, one tail, dum tail, try to run, snail Untangle your dreadlock, I mean deadlock I'ma rock and hope your ears get the point like Mr. Spock Them sucker wack rappers whippersnappers think I'm new to this I been true to this, give me somethin to chew to this Like bubble gum bums that think I can't hum to a slow drum Don't think I know where I come from, dumb-dumb, uhm - I flow to rhythms of all sorts, different sports Give me some pants with them hands, I ain't takin shorts Tired of them tiny turds and nerds, absurd words I think I rock too quick, cause at my pace they ain't heard words But I know one thang None of y'all can hang None of y'all can hang None of y'all can hang [repeated] [VERSE 2] My style I kick, "You're flowin too quick" That's what I hear from the vicks I bet I don't flow as quick as you lick chicks Please, think I'm sweater than peas? I flick em like fleas At ease, and even overseas they flip over these Scall, I break em like a fall, my lead stops em all I put em in headlocks, dreadlocks and all I'ma scuff vicks with lyrical ruff tricks Tuff kicks, put em at the end like a suffix You better maxwell and get smart Cause I'ma flow and kill em and let the angels play the harp I'm sharp, Tung, I be rollin like bicycles, I slice pickles Should I say cucumbers, newcomers, I flip em like nickels And dimes, cause nickel-and-dime rhymes I find from blind minds This time they all wanna diss mine Why? Because I let the funky lyricals fly like this Come get with the lyrical manifest that'll be flowin, and I Rock, they still wanna diss a pro because of my quicker flow You suckers get played like a piccolo And I let you know one thang None of y'all can hang None of y'all can hang None of y'all can hang [repeated] [VERSE 3] Check, hope you're ready, singers, for steady ringers And humdingers, bum slingers cut from Freddy's fingers Slice, nice, twice: he sliced ice and sliced mics with spice So precise, don't sacrifice, take my advice Jihad is on the twelves turnin giants to elves Puttin twelves on the shelves, makin em hate themselves Cuts like his, you lack that Records were tossed, and then he crossed the fader like a black cat Holdin the beat like a hostage Think it's a joke? Try to poke, then suckers get smoked like a sausage DJ Jihad be stickin cats Turnin em sucker ducks' cuts into chicken scratch ...get the catch? Suckers' hearts are ripped apart For tryin to get with the god Jihad Punk, that wasn't smart Yo, ain't it a damn shame? None of y'all can hang None of y'all can hang None of y'all can hang [repeated] (Get busy) (Get busy) (Get busier) |
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