Crisis

Everybody got the memo, Michael Myers man I'm mental Messy murder monumental mixed my mind Metamorphosis made it mainly my many maneuvers Missin' my malice malevolent mister N9ne! Mediocre motherfuckers my motive makin' minimum Maniacal makin' me mash my line MONSTER! Musical massacre Metaphysical minion may never match my grind When I'm bustin' you think of poppin' the E Hoppin' to Nina Boppin' need no stop and lockin' the B We droppin' off and a couple's talkin' to me But I flee, never see, Tecca Neez, I be, forever Look at the KOD demolish, I'm polished I get dollars, I get more guala mixologist and many I sell You will never see the light of day right away You will die but I hide away, say goodbye, I'll see you in Hell True shots, a-who's got the crew's water? You soft, I move rocks, a Mustafa Boondock ya boo, Soo-Woo what a Two chakras, you lost the new nana Out with the weak and in with the raw Put you in deep and have your mama seekin' the law Freaking the beat, I get to peekin' Leavin' you off with the saw Ain't nobody beatin' me in the brawl Y'all got to know, I stop the show Pick you off of the pillar, you know I drop the fo' Sick and I this is sick as suckas, sock a ho Oh, you ain't even in my optical I shock ya though, I rock the flow Nah, not so low like burnin' optimo Wassup to Joe from my block, the MO I did it to death and my nigga I got to go! It's a crisis and a murder whenever you see both of us in the booth It can be an interpretation of a catastrophic event Of verbal annihilation if you don'tknow the truth It's a crisis and a murder whenever you see both of us in a rage It can be any murder scene, making you have to evacuate the premises Killing the audience up on the stage We are an anomaly, coupling, coming stopping up in the gut You got to be loving the cut em or fucking em up Or probably busting em up Or vodka be up in the cup and drama be nothing to us A combination of some oddities, coming to crush And y'all won't be nothing to touch Ya body, we cutting em up Twista ready to bang, and Tech got his face painted Like he bout to go and do a robbery up in the truck Whenever you recollect at me, a table taco Bitch I see it like Liam Neesen in Taken No Taken 2, better yet Tekken two Wrecking you like I was vehicle Eddie Or ready to reappear like I was Yoshimitsu From the darker side of the universe Universal predator is what you didn't know And they will go and get you And I'm immediately about to punish ruin a invitational Whether I treat you like a bitch or hit you But Tech, me and you could speak on the evil type of terminology Em heard our music but didn't know we were an odyssey or an oddity It's a murder probably, if not then I bet you we cause a verbal lobotomy Tell them niggas to make a move that when they move I will abuse I'll show em they finna lose and I refuse to be a fool I kill em, I keep em cool but I'mma do what I'mma do Because I'm breaking the rules, let's go Bust you under lyrics, that's how I shoot this They so evil we gon fuck'em while chunking up the deuces It's the goof, it's what a lyric proof, it's on the roof, it's I could leave your whole team skadooshis, it's a nuisance Ooh it's, somebody you don't really want to get into it with I'm mythical, difficult when I don't know if it'll be A wise thing for you to do as far as playing with the unusual Orien, and I am a scientifical Indivisibility within the infrastructure of the family that I created is inevitable Especially if we committed to getting money So fuck the haters because it's the paper that you better get you Take a mental with the spatial, leave it alone My album dimension because I can get deep with a song But look of a fiend, I'mma put him asleep with the chrome Or lock a machine, fuck him if he ain't breathing alone, die It's a crisis and a murder whenever you see both of us in the booth It can be an interpretation of a catastrophic event Of verbal annihilation if you don'tknow the truth It's a crisis and a murder whenever you see both of us in a rage It can be any murder scene, making you have to evacuate the premises Killing the audience up on the stage We are an anomaly, coupling, coming stopping up in the gut You got to be loving the cut em or fucking em up Or probably busting em up Or vodka be up in the cup and drama be nothing to us A combination of some oddities, coming to crush And y'all won't be nothing to touch Ya body, we cutting em up Twista ready to bang, and Tech got his face painted Like he bout to go and do a robbery up in the truck --- Crisis - Twista and Tech N9ne