| Song | Renditions of Reality |
| Artist | Twiztid |
| Album | Mostasteless |
| 作曲 : Twiztid | |
| When you step into reality. | |
| Always wanna strattle 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 willin to be taught imma teach ya. | |
| I'm not a people person, truth is i cant stand to many people. | |
| So many fake the funk, perpatrate and call me evil. | |
| But evil is a harsh word. | |
| Tell the mockingbird, that i said it. | |
| A man of my word i wont regret it. | |
| If i let it get to me like it get to them im no better. | |
| The same message over and over what difference does it make | |
| Player hatin is a art of a scandelous and shafty person. | |
| Some do is so well i'll be damned if they dont rehearse it. | |
| Disperse it to people like me and you everday. | |
| And they expect the common man to turn his cheek and walk away. | |
| And now i pray for a end of the madness. | |
| No more sadness. | |
| To all my people who preside to be the baddess. | |
| And all that they do and say. | |
| But oh no shadow white cloud turnin night to day. | |
| Its so tremendous that you couldn't even walk away. | |
| If you choose you even suppose to watch the ones you close to, now thats | |
| Insane. | |
| Tell me will it change im confused. | |
| Not a thing to lose. | |
| This ******t is far from positive it saddens like booze. | |
| Paying dues aint the only part of duties that ? | |
| To the chosen. | |
| Spittin lyrics in the microphone and. | |
| Dodgin player haters till my temper hit the ceilin. | |
| And this how they got a ****** feelin. | |
| I done fell into reality. | |
| [chorus 1x] | |
| My renditions of reality. | |
| Call it bad, call it good. | |
| Wrong or right. | |
| Note! believe in me. | |
| Believe in me. | |
| And i believe in you. | |
| Everythings gonna be allright. | |
| [monoxide child] | |
| One day its goin hit me like a ton of bricks. | |
| Im feelin so sick. | |
| One of my dogs passed and ******t. | |
| I'm feelin like killin them all. | |
| But whats that solve? | |
| He's still goin be dead in the mornin. | |
| Why take a fall? | |
| Inside i be so mad i'm fin to burst. | |
| Instead of chevy's, my homey's ridin in the back of a hurse. | |
| You know whats worse. | |
| Its to hard to coup with some days. | |
| Murderous ways. | |
| Leavin me shakin in the days. | |
| Comotose, completely tore up. | |
| Nerves be so bad i throw up. | |
| Im bout to blow up. | |
| In a rage, i need to talk nobody listen. | |
| On the corner murder mindstate condition. | |
| Overload! pull the trigger. | |
| Stress got the best of suicide pour out some liquor. | |
| Another great ****** that gets paid. | |
| Diggin our grave. for senseless ways. | |
| Keep to ourselves and stay paid. | |
| All my dogs cant die or visit the sky. | |
| And reminise when i'm high. | |
| I'm never goin lie. | |
| I got love for people, dead or alive. | |
| We can smoke out in the ride of our memories. | |
| [chorus 1x] | |
| Reality is just a fragment. | |
| Fragment inside my soul. | |
| My eyes are closed. | |
| My head is spinnin. | |
| My head is spinnin. | |
| [jamie maddrox] | |
| This is a musical masterpiece dedicated to down riders. | |
| Keep it in yo kliq ****** the outsiders. | |
| People hatin on everthang and everythang's the same. | |
| Everybody is a player and life is a silly game. | |
| Its a damn shame. | |
| Daddy died 11 years today. | |
| I wonder if he know im doin straight. | |
| Could you tell him somethin if you see my pops? | |
| Before i do? let him know that he's remembered by my crew. | |
| And everyday, in my mind, in my place, anytime. | |
| Lookin in the sky for the seventh sign. | |
| [monoxide child] | |
| I walk around nobody know's what i do. | |
| Chillin phaze and date raps | |
| As my body transends through this portal of life. | |
| Smokin blunts wrongin my rights. | |
| I live for the night cause im meltin in light. | |
| Completely outta site. | |
| For facts so unknown. | |
| So grotisque never stated on microphones. | |
| So alone in this ****** up world, it sucks ******. | |
| Everybody gotta problem when you cant bet. | |
| I be the last one, more like the last dragon. | |
| No swords to ever let this world contort. | |
| The way your thinkin its so essential. | |
| It gives us all the potential | |
| To take over the world in our ?mentals? | |
| If i cant live my life the way i wanna live my life. | |
| Then why cant i die! why cant i die! | |
| [chorus 1x] | |
| My renditions of reality. | |
| Call it bad, call it good. | |
| Wrong or right. | |
| Note! believe in me. | |
| Believe in me. | |
| And i believe in you. | |
| Everythings gonna be alright. |
| zuò qǔ : Twiztid | |
| When you step into reality. | |
| Always wanna strattle 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 willin to be taught imma teach ya. | |
| I' m not a people person, truth is i cant stand to many people. | |
| So many fake the funk, perpatrate and call me evil. | |
| But evil is a harsh word. | |
| Tell the mockingbird, that i said it. | |
| A man of my word i wont regret it. | |
| If i let it get to me like it get to them im no better. | |
| The same message over and over what difference does it make | |
| Player hatin is a art of a scandelous and shafty person. | |
| Some do is so well i' ll be damned if they dont rehearse it. | |
| Disperse it to people like me and you everday. | |
| And they expect the common man to turn his cheek and walk away. | |
| And now i pray for a end of the madness. | |
| No more sadness. | |
| To all my people who preside to be the baddess. | |
| And all that they do and say. | |
| But oh no shadow white cloud turnin night to day. | |
| Its so tremendous that you couldn' t even walk away. | |
| If you choose you even suppose to watch the ones you close to, now thats | |
| Insane. | |
| Tell me will it change im confused. | |
| Not a thing to lose. | |
| This t is far from positive it saddens like booze. | |
| Paying dues aint the only part of duties that ? | |
| To the chosen. | |
| Spittin lyrics in the microphone and. | |
| Dodgin player haters till my temper hit the ceilin. | |
| And this how they got a feelin. | |
| I done fell into reality. | |
| chorus 1x | |
| My renditions of reality. | |
| Call it bad, call it good. | |
| Wrong or right. | |
| Note! believe in me. | |
| Believe in me. | |
| And i believe in you. | |
| Everythings gonna be allright. | |
| monoxide child | |
| One day its goin hit me like a ton of bricks. | |
| Im feelin so sick. | |
| One of my dogs passed and t. | |
| I' m feelin like killin them all. | |
| But whats that solve? | |
| He' s still goin be dead in the mornin. | |
| Why take a fall? | |
| Inside i be so mad i' m fin to burst. | |
| Instead of chevy' s, my homey' s ridin in the back of a hurse. | |
| You know whats worse. | |
| Its to hard to coup with some days. | |
| Murderous ways. | |
| Leavin me shakin in the days. | |
| Comotose, completely tore up. | |
| Nerves be so bad i throw up. | |
| Im bout to blow up. | |
| In a rage, i need to talk nobody listen. | |
| On the corner murder mindstate condition. | |
| Overload! pull the trigger. | |
| Stress got the best of suicide pour out some liquor. | |
| Another great that gets paid. | |
| Diggin our grave. for senseless ways. | |
| Keep to ourselves and stay paid. | |
| All my dogs cant die or visit the sky. | |
| And reminise when i' m high. | |
| I' m never goin lie. | |
| I got love for people, dead or alive. | |
| We can smoke out in the ride of our memories. | |
| chorus 1x | |
| Reality is just a fragment. | |
| Fragment inside my soul. | |
| My eyes are closed. | |
| My head is spinnin. | |
| My head is spinnin. | |
| jamie maddrox | |
| This is a musical masterpiece dedicated to down riders. | |
| Keep it in yo kliq the outsiders. | |
| People hatin on everthang and everythang' s the same. | |
| Everybody is a player and life is a silly game. | |
| Its a damn shame. | |
| Daddy died 11 years today. | |
| I wonder if he know im doin straight. | |
| Could you tell him somethin if you see my pops? | |
| Before i do? let him know that he' s remembered by my crew. | |
| And everyday, in my mind, in my place, anytime. | |
| Lookin in the sky for the seventh sign. | |
| monoxide child | |
| I walk around nobody know' s what i do. | |
| Chillin phaze and date raps | |
| As my body transends through this portal of life. | |
| Smokin blunts wrongin my rights. | |
| I live for the night cause im meltin in light. | |
| Completely outta site. | |
| For facts so unknown. | |
| So grotisque never stated on microphones. | |
| So alone in this up world, it sucks . | |
| Everybody gotta problem when you cant bet. | |
| I be the last one, more like the last dragon. | |
| No swords to ever let this world contort. | |
| The way your thinkin its so essential. | |
| It gives us all the potential | |
| To take over the world in our ? mentals? | |
| If i cant live my life the way i wanna live my life. | |
| Then why cant i die! why cant i die! | |
| chorus 1x | |
| My renditions of reality. | |
| Call it bad, call it good. | |
| Wrong or right. | |
| Note! believe in me. | |
| Believe in me. | |
| And i believe in you. | |
| Everythings gonna be alright. |