S-Ra - Twisted Messages lyrics

[Verse 1] Some say I overdo it, some say I'll make it if I brew it Well if I screw it, then I'll take it as if I blew it I'm penning these in lieu, but it's not coo' if I spew it So my voice is f**ed, whoo, but I'm not tryna go chew it Still making people think I'm a wannabe when I retort my lines Can't spit lines without robbery cause pleasure's short of my time People don't study me, it ain't rocketry, but I spit, is it my prime Still getting it audibly, but I'm listening and hitting my rhymes Taking my sign to ignite the stage but woops, there goes my chime Listen to all these rappers singing about money and weed Salivating at the thought of women, lust and their seed Thoughtless they talk about fly rims and zucchini, I plead I'm talking about all those "gangsta" crappers, yeah start a beef I'll f** you up in a rhyme, can't freestyle but I still laugh at Chief Keef Who said you were dapper? You're half a f**ing brain, to be brief All the a**holes who ever lived in K-Town or sh** on 41st street You're no better than the psycho fan who drowned for skeet I'm not in the news but I managed to get accused one more I guess I drank booze times three, times four, oh f** it's a score "What does it say about whose? I wanna know more about the who*e" Delivering subliminal messages, who knows, you could play this backwards? You think I'm illuminati, worship a cresent, or give my facebook pa**word? Jokes on you, adolescent, I don't think you could write it fluently onwards I'm getting more pie than you, unfortunately anything times zero, well you know I've got a reputation for knock madness and a premonition for inevitable disaster Cheating coward, see that, hottie? That's how you take love to open pasture [Hook] I spread these twisted messages (2x whole hook) It's about rappers spreading the love I spread these twisted messages Happiness, angels, and god above I spread these twisted messages We write what we got, we've had enough [Verse 2] I've had some terrible thoughts, mind's really thought it Take a nine and a Glock and pull 'em to pop it Shout out to Sik Kid, I like the way he jots it He speaks the truth and there's no doubt about it That's depression, but I'm lost and still caught in it Pierce the veil, that ain't his band but he brought it And he avoids their word, knows if he sought it He'd be dead in an hour, or so, he's big shotted On limp water, blood is thicker, they spotted So they took him to the dumps to blot it Because his ship sailed, a nation gone missing Found his body With a bottle gone fishing No prime suspects, but now they're new slaves, they're wack Swimming with the fishies, pockets full of nickel backs He's moving at snail's pace, but he's blind to hell He knows two dialects: English and demon Braille So when he sold out, the game went stale He's still finding his identity, not as fresh as green kale Is he dope, well that's objective to what'll they say This life can get sad, but I've always dreamed of the future It's raw if I can get a mixtape, even better if for a producer But I want a name, and twisted messages are best on computer Because if he's wack then he's still six-shape, and giving elders a suture He's no rap god but he's blasting these homeruns like A-Rod, junior He lives My Angry Adolescence divided, the Encore of the Hoosier And others will smile and say his best works were his first, hah, amateur humor [Hook] I spread these twisted messages (2x whole hook) It's about rappers spreading the love I spread these twisted messages Happiness, angels, and god above I spread these twisted messages We write what we got, we've had enough [Pre-Hook] I feel like I'm here for a purpose, here to save rap Like Em and Hop and Jay I guess I am a rapping chap Cause I yap then I trap em with my lyric sandtraps And I guess to lay there's history for me to cross the gap What's it worth to be a gem in a business where I get slapped? Ah f** it, twisted and turned, listed and learned, hah [Hook] I spread these twisted messages (2x whole hook) It's about rappers spreading the love I spread these twisted messages Happiness, angels, and god above I spread these twisted messages We write what we got, we've had enough [Verse 3] Now to clarify I never meant to ramble in spite, never did that just to f** up I only did what I could preamble, never quite realizing why I mucked up The meanings could be bent, but when I pen, it's out of god given right Here's to thinking, two hands I was lent, a dick and skin that's pale white But otherwise a king of vent, every f**ing rap spent about my fake-a** plight Because nothing's too hard to be irreversible, and I take back my sight I'm staring into hell because time doesn't exist, only thought of in the slight Except by f**ing teenagers who relent against school, the system and light I don't see any hope in the future, nothing I haven't underwent So f** the world, I've got a baby boy and his name's Kent I could probably take this verse farther, but I'm learning from the ropes Giving it a serious feel, but I'm no farmer, or earning from my hopes So one shot I'm given, but I'm no knight in shining armor, just cannot cope So sit back, sing along and jam to my trope, but look at Sam Adams, the King Arthur of underground mopes [Pre-Hook] I feel like I'm here for a purpose, here to save rap Like Em and Hop and Jay I guess I am a rapping chap Cause I yap then I trap em with my lyric sandtraps And I guess to lay there's history for me to cross the gap What's it worth to be a gem in a business where I get slapped? [Hook] I spread these twisted messages (2x whole hook) It's about rappers spreading the love I spread these twisted messages Happiness, angels, and god above I spread these twisted messages We write what we got, we've had enough *chuckle*