Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 2Nd 2No 1, artist - Twiztid.
Date of issue: 21.10.2012
Song language: English
2Nd 2No 1 |
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 fiend 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 |