Twisted

Got my mic and a joint watch them crumble like spudnick Feeling like a handicap match, tough shit You cop smokes but it's perso this is stuffed with One of these and a Bev feeling you must dip Flush quick cos you think it's laced Twisted brains play tricks almost everyday Safe to say it's just potent, gormless mouths open Kids bun a .5 and go slow motion I get notions off different strains Different ways to construct and to spit your flames It's the same as it was, clean riddims up get them mopped It's difficult to the top but easy to let it drop That's how they roll with the kid Flip modes for the spliff Sixteens when I spit take over the mix Get flashed, don't pose for a pic Cah them nellies coming heavy, sideye job for this See I revel in the fact that you get what your given If you only shot dog man you're coming like a villain Got kids ready to pop when they pack it in a biggen The hazey type wave got them spinning like this riddim Dont get it twisted Certi flows on roads but man looks like a misfit Ain't got the doh to show from snow, less it's Christmas Got no plots, no crops, no shots, nothing shifting Sweets, piece, teeth, not me Allowing all drilly shit comin with the sixteens Ginger neek upon the scenes wid a half of the green Getting baked on my estate and writing bars in between Staple for the scene but I don't poke holes Looking for a ring, I throw doh to Frodo I collected match attacks but now it's packs Even tho the cali's whack got me still moving schizo Big poles where I'm from, don't think so Straight cap, snap back to the fact That hella Man chat like they got drums no ringo Act like they studs but they soft no plimsoles Cmon calm down G your basically a grownup Rock up to the pub like kidulthood has shown up This is sounds of the Barton get your phone touched I'll take a picture of us if you don't show love It's three E Reece I got lyrics making it deep like it's 3D speech I got bars I wanna preach so I can teach these neeks To stand down from hand outs cah nothing ever comes free It's all a front, all bite no teeth Bet on these to fly sweets, you get yourself fleeced To be blunt you don't roll with a piece If I don't roll with piece, it's a blunt capiche Dont get it twisted Certi flows on roads but man looks like a misfit Ain't got the doh to show from snow, less it's Christmas Got no plots, no crops, no shots, nothing shifting Sweets, piece, teeth, not me Allowing all drilly shit comin with the sixteens Ginger neek upon the scenes wid a half of the green Getting baked on my estate and writing bars in between