Twiztid - 2nd 2no 1 lyrics
[Twiztid - 2nd 2no 1 lyrics]
Just understand this we ain't
Second to no one
Psychopathic has been and always
Will be number one
Twiztid in this bitch 2 Dope in this
Bitch yo momma in this bitch
Yo momma's momma's great grannies momma's
Up in this bitch yEAAHHHHHH!
Like Stevie i make em wonder why
They're staring out their
Eyes but they still can't see me
I'm on your mind like a beanie
Blessed by the son of a Afeni
Through a cassette and a CD
So many wish like a genie
That I would just go away
But I'm everywhere like graffiti
I want it all, not a piece, I'm greedy
Wanna increase everything while I'm here
And my heart is beating
Shooting for the stars is easy
It's not falling apart when you
Are one believe me
I'm so far from the cheesy
But I'm sharp keep the cheddar and the
Blueprint parked in the same place
Like a new whip in the dark
So when I'm through with
Leaving a mark and abusing anything
From music to making movies
You can start feeling like you're the first
One to do it but right now
We're the only ones that see through it
(Yeah)
All I need is one night one Night
One stage all I got is one life
One story it ain't gonna change
From the moonlight straight to the sun
I ain't second to none
Make it clear like you're waving a gun
I ain't second to none
Second to none and first to myself I'm
Bitter for always being eleventh
Or twelfth and tired of doing shit for the
Sake of my health while
Watching these fat cat's states
Double in wealth and
Telling me lucky if another record sell
Cause the economy got us all
Headin' straight to hell well
CDs are destined for landfills
Cause the music industry indecisive
In a comatose standstill
The media say we're too sick
For the air waves
Hoping we clean it up and suck
Somebody dick for air play
We old school not the next gen rappers
Self absorbed and full of shit
Just like some pampers
Dumb bastards to yourself you're a hazard
And you wonder why your book
Only consists of one chapter
Short lived like careers and my patience
So close to my last supper
I can almost taste it (Sing it)
I'm the Peyton to the Manning
The greatest one in your family
Hope you understand that I'm never
Here for the Grammy
Even though I thank the radio
And need it badly
They'll never give me the time of day
Cause I don't keep it swaggy
Maybe if I change my everything
To make them happy
I could fade away like the rest
Of the people they've enchanted
And granted I'm getting blazed
And living lavish
I knew it from the beginning that
This isn't what I'm after
Please release me if I'm captured
That means I'm going backwards
And kiss so many asses to get a track heard
Instead I keep my back turned
Middle fingers is the answer
The media Industry's nothing but cancer
Second to no one
Psychopathic has been and always
Will be number one
Twiztid in this bitch 2 Dope in this
Bitch yo momma in this bitch
Yo momma's momma's great grannies momma's
Up in this bitch yEAAHHHHHH!
Like Stevie i make em wonder why
They're staring out their
Eyes but they still can't see me
I'm on your mind like a beanie
Blessed by the son of a Afeni
Through a cassette and a CD
So many wish like a genie
That I would just go away
But I'm everywhere like graffiti
I want it all, not a piece, I'm greedy
Wanna increase everything while I'm here
And my heart is beating
Shooting for the stars is easy
It's not falling apart when you
Are one believe me
I'm so far from the cheesy
But I'm sharp keep the cheddar and the
Blueprint parked in the same place
Like a new whip in the dark
So when I'm through with
Leaving a mark and abusing anything
From music to making movies
You can start feeling like you're the first
One to do it but right now
We're the only ones that see through it
(Yeah)
All I need is one night one Night
One stage all I got is one life
One story it ain't gonna change
From the moonlight straight to the sun
I ain't second to none
Make it clear like you're waving a gun
I ain't second to none
Second to none and first to myself I'm
Bitter for always being eleventh
Or twelfth and tired of doing shit for the
Sake of my health while
Watching these fat cat's states
Double in wealth and
Telling me lucky if another record sell
Cause the economy got us all
Headin' straight to hell well
CDs are destined for landfills
Cause the music industry indecisive
In a comatose standstill
The media say we're too sick
For the air waves
Hoping we clean it up and suck
Somebody dick for air play
We old school not the next gen rappers
Self absorbed and full of shit
Just like some pampers
Dumb bastards to yourself you're a hazard
And you wonder why your book
Only consists of one chapter
Short lived like careers and my patience
So close to my last supper
I can almost taste it (Sing it)
I'm the Peyton to the Manning
The greatest one in your family
Hope you understand that I'm never
Here for the Grammy
Even though I thank the radio
And need it badly
They'll never give me the time of day
Cause I don't keep it swaggy
Maybe if I change my everything
To make them happy
I could fade away like the rest
Of the people they've enchanted
And granted I'm getting blazed
And living lavish
I knew it from the beginning that
This isn't what I'm after
Please release me if I'm captured
That means I'm going backwards
And kiss so many asses to get a track heard
Instead I keep my back turned
Middle fingers is the answer
The media Industry's nothing but cancer