Artist: 1.4.0. Productions f/ Cheesey Rat, Crunch Lo, Lighter Shade Album: Poisonous Poets, Murderous Melodies Song: God Twist Typed by: Tha Masta "Only the Gods could watch the Earth twist" -> Nas (cut and scratched) [Intro: Lighter Shade] Let your mind... be free [Crunch Lo] Yo God it ain't hard, double-edge forever scar Twelve deadly bars laid down like hot tar Star catcher, better than the metro, guns let go Faster than gas or pedal, just spread metal on the pedestal, sit back collect revenues Man, I'm tellin' you, intervene the scene and I'm jellin' you Live at the Savoy we can build and destroy We could dance with the wolves and play with gun toys Majestic mind, break the vertebrae of your spine Shut down the comp of time, my name is defined Could reign, nobly shine, a hundred years down the line O.F. committee, fifty niggaz stand behind Corn braid, 'fro or fade, goat-shave like Venetian Blessed magician, Q keep the green twistin' Engine, Wigs look, my son make a move first Mercury rise and the thermometer burst From the heat of Fahrenheit, damage a mic on the humble While y'all niggaz half-step I Aztec through the jungle Speak of Beneeni, laid back cat, just be easy Chokin' on the shit to get ya lungs all wheezy [Hook: sample cut and scratched 4X] "Only the Gods could watch the Earth twist" -> Nas [Cheesey Rat] Y'all cats, can't even look my way Blessed generation war, either you hot or you not, son Pop one for L.S.T. and me, Cisco MC Reppin' infinity, four-fifth waves Staten Island daze is like, can't even read my pager right Losin' my sight, go towards the light, son Fightin' one too many times, niggaz take ya shine Rock 'em like their mines With Nike signs 'til the Timberland comes Swimmin' in drums, blow a cop police where we from Because you talk too much plus you're eager to run Behind me stands a nation, knowledge through power Generation, thoughts racin', first but not ya final confrontation Seen the, realest get tested, Willies I never messed with Can't seem to stop gettin' arrested Some say I'm desperate, left with bad thoughts Real niggaz don't talk, we bring it straight to the war At full court [Hook] [Lighter Shade] The final thoughts I've learned youth somethin', I burn crews Turn youths, preacher of the germ blues and sperm tools Wanna recreate another beginnin', makin' moves on religion Movin' niggaz life, the space prison The revelation still glistens, no one listens I've broken down the math of, fifty solar systems Back to the street life, we greet with the knife Some speak through the ice, my advice, I'm a white knight That'll shine bright, and Noreaga, you got my click actin' ill behavior What up, dunn? We feel ya flavor Hold tight, on this planet, where the mind's greater One day you drop a gem, yo, with the white savior Through shoutout to all the thug drug scouts If you're real Bout It, Bout It, one day you'll have to re-a-route it I'm from the blended school of Mt. Carmel Eatin' five sent caramels on the carousel At the time my father was incarcerated in his holy cell Me and the Angel Gabriel, flyin' parallel Together, 'til the last wind, a final weather Every bloody letter I rewrite with a feather Changin' never to ever, who's clever on my agenda? Makin' evil evil surrender, part of December [Hook]