Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Renditions of Reality, artist - Twiztid. Date of issue: 24.11.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Renditions of Reality |
| When you slip into reality |
| Hoes wanna straddle me |
| Player 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’mma 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 set-up |
| Player hating is a art of a scandalous and shafty person |
| Some do it oh so well I’ll be damned 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 of the madness |
| No more sadness |
| ? |
| to my people that preside to be the baddest |
| And all that they do and say |
| But overshadowed by a cloud turning night to day |
| Its so tremendous that you couldn’t even walk away |
| If you chose to, you even suppose to watch the ones you close to, |
| now that’s insane |
| Tell me will it change, I’m confused |
| Not a thing to lose |
| This shit is far from positive and saddens like the Blues |
| Paying dues ain’t the only part of duties that bestow to the chosen |
| Spitting lyrics in the microphone and |
| Dodging player haters till my temper hit the ceiling |
| And this how they got a nigga feelin |
| I done fell into reality |
| My renditions of reality |
| Call it bad or good |
| Wrong or Right |
| Note! |
| Believe in me |
| Believe in me |
| And I believe in you |
| Everything is alright |
| One day it’s goin hit me like a ton of bricks |
| I’m feeling so sick |
| One of my dogs passed and shit |
| I’m feeling like killing 'em all |
| But whats that solve? |
| He’s still goin be dead in the morning |
| Why take the fall? |
| Inside I be so mad I’m finna burst |
| Instead of Chevy’s, my homies rolling in the back of a hearse |
| You know what’s worse? |
| It’s too hard to cope with some days |
| Murderous ways |
| Leaving me shaking 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 mind state condition |
| Overload, pull the trigger |
| Stress got the best of suicide, pour out some liquor |
| Another grave digger gets paid |
| Digging our grave for senseless ways |
| Keep to ourselves and stay paid |
| All of my dogs can’t die, I visit the sky |
| And reminisce when I’m high |
| I’m never goin lie |
| I got love for peoples, dead or alive |
| Or we can smoke out in the ride in my memory |
| Reality is just a fragment |
| A fragment inside of my soul |
| My eyes are closed |
| My head is spinning |
| My head is spinning |
| I swear to god I don’t know |
| This is a musical masterpiece dedicated to down riders |
| Keep it in your clique, fuck the outsiders |
| People hating on everything and everything’s the same |
| Everybody is a player and life is a silly game |
| It’s a damn shame |
| Daddy died 11 years today |
| I wonder if he know I’m doing 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, anyplace, anytime |
| Looking in the sky for the seventh sign |
| I walk around, nobody knows what I do |
| Sealin' fates and date rapes |
| As my body transcends through this portal of life |
| Smoking blunts, wronging my rights |
| I live for the night because I melt in the light |
| Completely outta site |
| For facts so unknown |
| So grotesque never stated on microphones |
| So alone in this fucked up world, it sucks dick |
| Everybody got a problem with something and you can bet |
| I be the last one, more like the last dragon |
| No swords to ever let this world contort |
| The way you’re 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 |
| Believe in me, I believe in you |
| Rendition of reality |
| Alright, Note |
| Bad or good, wrong or right |
| Believe in me and I’ll believe in you and everything’s tight |
| Reality is a fragment inside my soul |
| My eyes are closed, head’s spinning and I don’t know |
| It’s just reality, bad or good, wrong or right |
| Believe in me and I’ll believe in you and everything’s tight |
| Reality is a fragment inside my soul |
| My eyes are closed, head’s spinning and I don’t know |
| And I don’t know… |