Twisted Insane
No Hope
[Verse 1: Minus]
I was doing what I had to
Cooking product in the bathroom
Pen and pad with a mad crew
Middle of the map, we can send them back bashful
In fact dude, never saw it coming 'til I cut him, I'm a natural
Let them ask who? If I was half the man
Demanding handfuls of cash in advanced you'd probably look past, the bullsh*t we had to push past to pa**
My whole staff is bad news
Past due for the credit I swear
Got the money on me, sh*t I mean it's not fair
When I should've OD'd in '03
Compared to old me this sh*t has been so sweet – eclairs
I beat defeat now I speak my peace
Preach god almighty like a Jesus piece
I'm knee deep in this b*t*h, pre-season seats
I'm sea sick, wanna see sick? Read the beat
Its four 5's when I fold the deck
Six lines when I hold the check
Sevens know the rest, I guess
Y'all b*t*hes so upset, I set the bar so high I don't know no depth
But I sure don't stress, I just tend to fall back
On drugs for the buzz, what the f**k y'all call that
Fell through the game from the range in all black
Trying to stay sane but my brain is off track
You ain't seen committed, I mean I meant it
Mentally obscene, demented
When I was 23 I was eating greens and spinach
In mod 3 with Black Jesus street lieutenant
You don't see what I see but you seem to get it
A cross breed between me and G's invented
A better emcee, at the very least admit it
You mince meat motherf**kers can't speak, you get it?
Where were y'all when I bent the block
Blockade had my sh*t on lock
Swerved out 20 days, Carter Lake and it ain't on pot
I plot twist on them hoes that complain off tops
I got one shot at it, I pray up to Malachi
Man I'm high, using Anaheim as an aliby
I abide by the f**king code, it don't matter why
B*t*h

[Hook: Twisted Insane]
No hope when you risen from the bottom
But you popping like a loaded four-fifty
No hope when I never get surrounded
But you rocking with a crease in yo d**kies
I bet you wish you really could
But somebody really sure said I'm 5150
And I don't wanna hear sh*t
Not a word, if you want me come get me
Leave 'em all with no hope
Hit 'em all with a five, four, three, two, one
You done, leave a n***a hung by your rope
Leave 'em all with no hope
Tied up with the insides fried up
Dried out like a muthaf**ka dosed off that dope
Leave 'em all with no hope
Better run, the weight lift what you facing
Hit 'em with the K, there won't be cases
Leave 'em all with no hope
Lively 'cause I will erase him
When they come and gon' find you in the basement
Leave 'em all with no hope

[Verse 2: King-ISO]
B*t*h I started in the dirt to divert purpose
And people telling you you were worthless
And now I made it but I'll still'll wet 'em up like the Earth's surface
And wipe 'em out like they were surfin'
It's kinda funny how I started on the corner of the curb servin'
When dope was the preferred purchase of perps lurkin'
And now I'm selling dope verses, them pervs slurpin'
And fiends flying off the scale like bird perches
I'm smoking purps 'cause my nerves hurtin'
You thought them n***as was your homies but they weren't 'cause they were serpents
That's on the turf, you'll get murked urgent
Them thangs squirt, cross a n***a name out like a word surgeon
You n***as scrubs, go to work nurses
Sh*t I knew it all along, I'm referred to in third person
These rappers run around in skirts, purses
And try bangin' in their music
You could die, was the verse worth it?
I'm comin' to get you n***as, better foot it
Kill you and whoever lookin'
Seven foot up under Killa Rel'll put 'em
Take your cerebellum, put the metal to 'em
I'm a killa, the truth is sittin' in plain sight like 9/11 footage
How the hell you lookin' like you mad 'cause I made it homie?
They wanna fill me up with lead 'cause I got this paper on me
I'm on the edge and with this razor give you a taper homie
Promise you, right hand up, and you can tape record me
They want my life then come and take it from me
I run with killas and they support me
Basically all the Brain's an army
All them threats they makin' like they can harm me is brazy doggy
Treat 'em like my n***a Snake, we can beef like I came from Arby's
Twin Glocks, call 'em Snoop and Pac, that's a gangsta party
Keep the TEC 'cause I'm treacherous, n***as know my nature's naughty
Lethal weapon and veteran like I'm in the Navy, y'all see
If they step my direction I guess I gotta take 'em off me
Iso
[Hook: Twisted Insane]
No hope when you risen from the bottom
But you popping like a loaded four-fifty
No hope when I never get surrounded
But you rocking with a crease in yo d**kies
I bet you wish you really could
But somebody really sure said I'm 5150
And I don't wanna hear sh*t
Not a word, if you want me come get me
Leave 'em all with no hope
Hit 'em all with a five, four, three, two, one
You done, leave a n***a hung by your rope
Leave 'em all with no hope
Tied up with the insides fried up
Dried out like a muthaf**ka dosed off that dope
Leave 'em all with no hope
Better run, the weight lift what you facing
Hit 'em with the K, there won't be cases
Leave 'em all with no hope
Lively 'cause I will erase him
When they come and gon' find you in the basement
Leave 'em all with no hope

[Verse 3: Omega Sin]
When I was staring at the stars I was breaking into cars
You had to have a steady hand or you can set off the alarm
Make sure no one watching when it's time to break the locks in
Watch the company you keep 'cause even friends can get to talkin'
I'm gettin' high like boom biddy bye bye
What a hell of a night, I caught a body with the cianide
Got me spittin' on the mic, killin' every beat
Look me in my eyes when I tell you that it's my time
I got a blade that'll rip right through your denim
I'll give 'em an enema and pump the body fulla venom
Make it a movie so you watch it at the cinema
I can buy your soul, all I need is ya signature
Leave 'em disfigured soon as the mechanism triggered
When I pickle my liver I'm like a psycho off the liquor
Pick him off from the river, I got the rifle out the window
Haul him off in the pick up then use the knife to cut the liver
Man, I started slanging since the tender age of five
In the kitchen cookin' pies but I ain't really cookin' pies
I see the lies through the dilation of your eyes
Wise guys, if you violate it then you die
It's a code that we live by, chrome at my bedside
I think I'm paranoid from the strychnine
I got it locked like a pit bite
At the stroke of midnight I tell you this is gonna be a sick sight
Show some grat**ude a psycho with an att**ude
I'll f**k around and kill you when I wasn't even mad at you (Aghh)
This is what I have to do
Snatch cash and dash fast
I wear a gas mask and a black rag
'Cause ain't no other option than to put you in a black bag
This is dedicated to the underground
And every drug dealer in the trap selling fat bags
[Hook: Twisted Insane]
No hope when you risen from the bottom
But you popping like a loaded four-fifty
No hope when I never get surrounded
But you rocking with a crease in yo d**kies
I bet you wish you really could
But somebody really sure said I'm 5150
And I don't wanna hear sh*t
Not a word, if you want me come get me
Leave 'em all with no hope
Hit 'em all with a five, four, three, two, one
You done, leave a n***a hung by your rope
Leave 'em all with no hope
Tied up with the insides fried up
Dried out like a muthaf**ka dosed off that dope
Leave 'em all with no hope
Better run, the weight lift what you facing
Hit 'em with the K, there won't be cases
Leave 'em all with no hope
Lively 'cause I will erase him
When they come and gon' find you in the basement
Leave 'em all with no hope