Twiztid, Prozak - Line in the Middle lyrics
[Twiztid, Prozak - Line in the Middle lyrics]
On your headstone, there will be two dates
All that matters is that line in the middle
Now that I've been crossed out
That line in the middle says
Nothing 'bout the time
Rewind and find issues
That I once would hide
Like a waistline pistol
Now why should I confide in a
System when I could kill ya'
La Familia, fertilize my mind like Sinsemilla
I keep it underground like
That black market memorabilia
You lookin' for darkness? Well
I'll be your deala'
You split that limelight? Then
I don't feel ya'
I make that little hair stand
Up when I'm near ya'
My motto is fuck being left here to fear ya'
Even if you can't see yourself in the mirror
Born on date and expiration
And in between those goals and expectations
My word's across the world in syndication
And products available for purchase
In every nation listen man I bet a man
Neither one of them can
Prepare for the drive and wrote that
I possessed with any callers
And they call it no window
From losers vantage point
But like the core I just teach us
We gonn' rock this from detroit
We gonn' sharpen it up to a point and
Then jam it up in they eye
It ain't about being dead it's what
You do before you die
Only get one life to live it
Could be gone before you blink
Either rise above the situation or
Close your eyes and sink
To the depths of the dark
Beneath the dirt and the ground
Where conversations take place forever
Without a single sound
No words can be heard just
The mold of uncertainty
From the past on the search of
The life that used to be
Life is short you better cherish it
Before you perish it
And it's inherited your lungs will
Have no air in it
So don't be scared of it it's imperative
To be carried to the cemetery
By chariot and buried a bit
So make the most of these moments
Before you coast closer to comatose
And tossed over to death's corner
You feel the hand on your shoulder
That black mask comin' for ya'
It's getting colder and colder
Here comes the coroner you'll be hellbound
Demons keep you held down
Sins will leave you spellbound
Best to keep your head down
Just an empty shell now
Nothing's left but hell's hounds
Chasing you through hell's grounds
Place you in a cell now hands bound
And it is certain the final close
Of the curtain is lurking
And always looking to submerge
You in the dirt
And it's urgent that you reserve
A purpose for service
Upon this earth that is worthy
And worth a birth and you will be worthless
All that matters is that line in the middle
Now that I've been crossed out
That line in the middle says
Nothing 'bout the time
Rewind and find issues
That I once would hide
Like a waistline pistol
Now why should I confide in a
System when I could kill ya'
La Familia, fertilize my mind like Sinsemilla
I keep it underground like
That black market memorabilia
You lookin' for darkness? Well
I'll be your deala'
You split that limelight? Then
I don't feel ya'
I make that little hair stand
Up when I'm near ya'
My motto is fuck being left here to fear ya'
Even if you can't see yourself in the mirror
Born on date and expiration
And in between those goals and expectations
My word's across the world in syndication
And products available for purchase
In every nation listen man I bet a man
Neither one of them can
Prepare for the drive and wrote that
I possessed with any callers
And they call it no window
From losers vantage point
But like the core I just teach us
We gonn' rock this from detroit
We gonn' sharpen it up to a point and
Then jam it up in they eye
It ain't about being dead it's what
You do before you die
Only get one life to live it
Could be gone before you blink
Either rise above the situation or
Close your eyes and sink
To the depths of the dark
Beneath the dirt and the ground
Where conversations take place forever
Without a single sound
No words can be heard just
The mold of uncertainty
From the past on the search of
The life that used to be
Life is short you better cherish it
Before you perish it
And it's inherited your lungs will
Have no air in it
So don't be scared of it it's imperative
To be carried to the cemetery
By chariot and buried a bit
So make the most of these moments
Before you coast closer to comatose
And tossed over to death's corner
You feel the hand on your shoulder
That black mask comin' for ya'
It's getting colder and colder
Here comes the coroner you'll be hellbound
Demons keep you held down
Sins will leave you spellbound
Best to keep your head down
Just an empty shell now
Nothing's left but hell's hounds
Chasing you through hell's grounds
Place you in a cell now hands bound
And it is certain the final close
Of the curtain is lurking
And always looking to submerge
You in the dirt
And it's urgent that you reserve
A purpose for service
Upon this earth that is worthy
And worth a birth and you will be worthless