Twiztid Renditions Of Reality/Hidden Track Lyrics

When you slip into reality
Hoes wanna straddle me
Playa haters wanna battle me
But I shed em all like calories
Prophecy preacher
Lend your ear and I'll reach ya
And if your willing to be taught I'ma teach ya
I'm not a people person
Truth is I can't stand too many people
So many fake the funk and perpetrate and call me evil
But evil is a harsh word.
Tell the mockingbird that I said it
A man of my word I won't regret it
If I let it get to me like it get to them I'm no better.
The same message over and over with different sender
Playa hatin is an art of a scandalous and shabby person
Some do it oh so well
I'll be d___ed if they don't rehearse it.
Disperse it to people like me and you everyday
And they expect the common man to turn his cheek and walk away
And now I pray for an end to the madness
No more sadness shall fall to my people
That preside to be the baddest
And all that they do and say
But overshadowed by a cloud turnin night to day
It's so tremendous that you couldn't even walk away
If you chose to
You even supposed to watch the ones you close too
Now that's insane
Tell me will it change
I'm confused, not a thing to lose
This s___ is far from positive
And saddens like the booze
Payin dues ain't the only part of duties
That bestowedto the chosen
And dodgin playa haters till my temple hit the ceiling
And this how they got a n____ feeling
I done fell into reality
My renditions of reality
Call it bad or good,wrong or right
Believe in me
Believe in me and I'll believe in you
One day it's gonna hit me like a ton of bricks
I'm feeling so sick, one of my dawgs passed and s___
I'm feelin like killin em all
But what's that solve?
He still gonna be dead in the morning, why take the fall
Inside I be so mad I'm finna burst
Instead of a Chevys
My homie's rollin in the back of a hearse.
You know it's worse
It's too hard to cope with some days
Murderous ways leavin me sick and in a daze
Comatose, completely tore up
Nerves be so bad I wanna throw up
I'm bout to blow up
In a rage
I need to talk, nobody wanna listen
On the corner, murder mindstate condition
Overload
Pull the trigger
Stress got the best of suicide
Pour out some liquor
Another grave digga gets paid
Digging a grave for senseless ways .
Keep to ourself and stay paid
All of my dawgs can't die,
I visit the sky and reminisce when I'm high
I'm never gonna lie I got love for my peoples
Dead or Alive
Or we can smoke out in the ride in my memory
Yeah
Reality is just a fragment
A fragment of our souls
My eyes are closed
My head is spinnin
My head is spinnin
I don't know.
This is a musical masterpiece dedicated to down rydas
Keep it in your clique, f___ the Outsiders
People hatin' on everything and everything's the same
Everybody is a player and life is a silly game
It's a d___ shame daddy died eleven years today.
I wonder if he know I'm doin' straight
Could you tell him something
If you see my pops before I do
Let him know that he's remembered by my crew
And everyday in my mind, any place, any time
Lookin in the sky for the seventh sign
I walk around, nobody knows what I do
Sealing fates and date rapes
As my body transcends through this portal of life
Smokin blunts, wrongin my rights
I live for the night
Because I melt in the light
Completely out of sight
For facts so unknown
So grotesque never stated on microphones
So alone in this f___ed up world, it sucks d___
Everybody got a problem with somethin
Well you can bet
I'll be the last one
More like the last dragon of sorts
To ever let this world contort their way of thinking
It's so essential it gives us all the potential
To take over the world, in our mentals
If I can't live my life the way I wanna live my life
Then why can't I die.
Why can't I die
My renditions of reality
Bad or good, wrong or right
Yeah (Reality is a fragment inside my soul)
Believe in me (My eyes are closed, head spinnin and I don't know
(It's just reality, bad or good, wrong or right
Believe in me and I'll believe in you)
My rendition of reality
(And everything's tight)
Reality is a fragment inside my soul
My eyes are closed, head spinnin and I don't know, and I don't know, and I don't know...

Hidden Track
Since you're too f___in' lazy to turn this s___ off (Right)
And seein how you're just sitting there listenin doin nuthin (Uh huh)
We figured we'd tell you a story (Ok)
Let's see if you can figure out what I'm trying to say
Yeah
(What do you got to say?)
(Say it)
(Spit it out)
(Come on)
There once was a ninja named Jack Picklebush (Oh yeah?)
He lived in the 313 area code (I know that guy)
Now this kid wasn't no ordinary ninja because his nutbag
Was 4 times the size of his head (Whoa)
Everybody in the neighborhood calls him fat sac Jack
Now his 3 homeboys Ron, Don, and Jon
From over on 8th St.
(I know Ron)
Used to dash home from school
Just so they could jump up and down
And play on Jack's fat f___in ball sac
Now, the other day while they was hopping, and flipping, and having fun.
Jon ripped a huge a__ crease right up the a__ of his Wranglers
He wasn't wearin any drawers
But the fact that his naked a__ fell out wasn't what embarrassed Jack.
What did however
Was that all his friends now knew his lifelong secret.
Jon has 2 a___'s
That's right double rosebuds.
Now, everybody got a great laugh on including fat sac Jack
And when they finally finished bustin' on Jon
They noticed it was 8 o'clock,
Time for Monday night wrestling
And so they all ran over to Don's house
Because he's the only 1 that has cable.
After wrestling was over they all grabbed some Faygo's
And some Swisher Sweets packed with buds
(Oh yeah gotta have the weed)
And they all laid out on fat sac Jack's fat f___in ball bag
And stared up into the stars.
When they finally got home and went to bed
s___, it was something like 2 in the morning (That's pretty late)
Now, figure it out smart a__
(Who you calling a smart a__?)
(Put it together, figure it out)
(I don't get it)
(What're you supposed to do with it?)
(f___ off)
(Figure it out)
(I don't get it where'd he go?)
(Where'd that guy go that was tellin' the story?)
(I'ma wait here go see if you can get him)
(What the f___s going on?)
(Word up)