Album Cover 2nd Hand Smoke

2nd Hand Smoke

Twiztid

4

[Madrox]

I represent the East side, no peace

Fuck the police

We tell you to increase the deceased at least

A grown man telling you something that he believe

Practice to deceive, no more tricks up my sleeve

What the fuck bitch, chuck bitch

Why you talking shit?

Better duck bitch

Before your dome get hit

This shit is Twiztid deeper than that Old French braid

Stickier than jam and jelly phased, kick it

[Monoxide]

Everybody else real talking bout something

What you thought you heard bitch can it,

cause your fronting

Dead wrong, dinner table conversations

Leaving you pistol-whipped in the corner with abrasions

Part of the contamination a Mind State

Sleep in a dream, hoping it's gone when I awake

Mama think I'm a flake; corn flake serial killa

Fruit Loop biting my mind like Godzilla

We survive like catapillers in cocoons and caskets

Stretch the industry like elastic

So fantastic, like the Newport cigarette that I smoke

Hit the motherfucka till I choke

I brag and I boast about nothing

Death, dying, and hoes fucking

So understand that he's saying something

Never be heard I'm underground with the dirt and grime

Smashing heads be my reason for rhyme

I'm on time like a motherfucka

Leaving you hanging in the forest

Standing in some comfortable shifts like Chuck Norris

Check the chorus

Second hand smoke when you breath

Remember what I told you always believe

You relieve on the Monoxide Child and wild

Travel the world on nine cloud screaming loud

Free your mind

Breath it in second hand smoke

Free your mind

Breath it in second hand smoke

[Madrox]

You phony bitches wanna shut me down?

Pulling plugs on the microphones

Hating on the individual handle Mr.Bones

Hope your speaker's ain't ohms or they dead blown

If they aren't turn this motherfucka up and mash on

As we blast off bitch ass niggas at fast rates

Growing at a fast pace made my heart race

Lookin death in the face and I don't even shudder

If my woman starts cheating, motherfuck her, bitch

I'm out for self

Green weed, fame and wealth

So take your hopes and dreams

And put that shit back on the shelf

Cause we rolling in a ride far from stolen

Cigarette lighters, power windows, wood grain motion and

Taking curbs with ease, blowing trees, looking Chinese

Hoping that the cops ain't tailing me

Trying to violate the glass house

Nigga pass the blunt before you pass out

Cause now it's on, pushing hubcaps

Patrolling the hood, so fuck that

Heard the shit and the shit is all wack

Planning the attack, cause we move when it's dark at night

Believe the rumors, cause they probably all right

Outta sight like concealed weapons and drug trades

Barricading the door for the raid

And in the shade is a sawed off double-barreled pump

Looking for mothafuckas who wanna jump

Cause I got 13 bullets in my pocket I'm a mad man

My trigger finger turning suckers to sand

Free your mind

Breath it in second hand smoke

Free your mind

Breath it in second hand smoke

[Monoxide]

Known to stroke from head trauma

You can't even see the drama

I get the persona from marijuana

At night I lay stressed with no place to go

All by my lonely screaming out fuck that show

Cigarettes, blunt smoke I love the smell

Player hate me cause I smoke, burn in hell

This shit ain't ain't for everybody

I live to sever bodies so melancholy

Suicide is just a folly and I'm out

(Chorus Repeats Till End)

Free your mind

Breath it in second hand smoke

Free your mind

Breath it in second hand smoke