Death Before Dishonor

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Carl Terrell Mitchell (born November 27, 1973), better known by his stage name Twista, (formerly known as Tung Twista) is an American rapper. He hails from Chicago, Illinois and is known for once holding the title of fastest rapper in the world according to Guinness World Records in 1992, being able to pronounce 598 syllables in 55 seconds. In 1997, after appearing on Do or Die's hit "Po Pimp" produced by The Legendary Traxster, Twista signed with Big Beat/Atlantic Records and debuted under that label with Adrenaline Rush and formed the group Speedknot Mobstaz in 1998. His 2004 album Kamikaze went to the top on the U.S. Billboard 200 album chart after the success of his Billboard Hot 100 single "Slow Jamz". more »


Year:
1997
4:23
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(Chorus) 
always ever all days death before dishonor 
comin back as though I can still see if you got static 
f*ck tryin' to steal me  shit you gon' have to kill me 
and if somebody cappin Ima tell em what happens when my emotions erupt 
shots make me duck  that's when Ima have to f*ck you up 

(verse 1) 
its like uh  ah  muthafucka can't fight the feelin the way Ima f*ck em 
have an orgasm but for the orchasm hit em as if a 4-5 buck em 
talk about a man being scared, I done killed him be dead in his tomb 
still shakin 
hit em in his body and his head, now be found in heaven with the wound 
still achin' 
I wonder if his voice still breakin' 
better be cause I steadily 
hit him with gats and styles that heavily 
armed and dangerous and deadily 
that ahead of me receive two holes like the letter be	 
better you instead of me, breakin peace can increase your chances 
to delete your advances for slate I can paint this piece on canvas 
with a paint brush that a nigga can't truss like a god so I can't rush 
won't crush 
if you ever heard about a crew that can't bust then motherfucker it 
ain't us; don't touch 
a mike or a gun if you ain't gonna use it, 
do it 
claiming your weapons and tecs and you gonna be checked and fluid 
prove it 
'cause no matter who it is can't tell the westside to leave a bitch shedding 
tears 
the young kill everyday the old itchin to kill 'cause they ain't offed 
a nigga dead in years 
shoot him dead in his, this style of flow is a verbal calico 
make a chest ripple 
they get a call from the sky sayin they all gonna die 
don't leave the rest crippled 

(chorus 2x) 

(verse 2) 
mikers, mikers be tryin to take mine and leave a motherfucker 
cold as a crisis 
with a technique as cold as isis, and mikes as my control devices 
or do I gotta get off some nigga shit 
show the biggest dick with the biggest clique that be hazardous if 
I let the trigga click 
you don't benefit if a nigga get from the rage if he live it just a 
little bit; so go on with the riddle shit 
if you got something to stress then get it off your chest and 
we can take it to the middle bitch 
and go on get it on and I bet you that the outcome is that I'm leavin 
niggas out done, cut up 
but its odd to see a motherfucker outrun just because he let his 
mouth run so shut up 
and sit back if you know what's good for you I can still overthrow you 
I don't give a f*ck about the fact that the hood know you 
don't make a nigga have to show you 
that Ima die before you make an ass of me stop as if you took a blast 
at me and cause tragedy 
that was how it was that was how it is and that's the way it has to be 

(chorus 2x) 

(verse 3) 
its like uh, ah, sit back and let the shit just straight marinate 
I pull the stage curtain back like norman bates 
performin hates smokin on some reefer performin fate 
its a constant struggle for us white boys with the shit hittin licks 
in the scuffle for us 
my nigga lucky made him bleed fear is if to proceed to bust 
if he a different type of breed from us 
so y'all petty niggas need to hush; two straight to you brain means pains 
inflicted 
even if it ain't things to taunt pain like rage till my brain is wicked 
ain't even lived out a quarter of your lifetime tryin to push product 
and ain't servin the right kind and ain't strivin the right rhymes 
but Ima shorten your lifeline 
through the pipeline I vocal cold bust em plus them with killers 
jaw stealers throw dealers rushin parties bloody body chillers 
pretty casket fillers 
'cause those niggas got they shit together 
we come pay to Creator's Way and don't gotta be but then again whatever 

(chorus)

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Written by: CARL TERRELL MITCHELL, SAMUEL C. LINDLEY

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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