Twice Inna Lifetime Lyrics

Twice Inna Lifetime lyrics

featuring Jane Doe, Punch & Words

[Talib Kweli]
Yo, we been through
this before right? (Word, word...) So we
figurin', if we gonna do it, we
gotta freak it, y'know what I'm sayin?
(True, true, true...) Cuz everything
gotta go up from here, right?
So Hi-Tek, turn it up a
notch...


[Jane Doe]
Hail Mary, 'matta fact hail Jane
Niggaz
take my name in vain/vein like I was cocaine
My affirmations kill emcees
like assasination
Bringin' you pain until you wish you had a
vaccination
Or vaccine, I shine like Vaseline
Gas plays like petroleum,
walk over them like linoleum
My vocab expand like a rubber band
Walkin'
nekkid through the motherland, give the finger to my brotherman
Niggaz just
don't understand my reasons, I transcend like season
And scar these rappers
like legion
It's treason, my suspension attract attention
I'm ventin',
givin' these chickenheads detention
Did I mention my name, yo, go by the
Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know, this is
just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than
sequential
It's essential, you listen, I drive, you a pedestrian
They
bless me on the track cuz I attack wit' the estrogen
Rhyme against the best
a men, Jane burn it up
When you hear it in the whip, tell your man to turn
it up!

[Wordsworth]
Yo...get it...yo
Yo, we fortified live,
supportin' allies
The wack is tryin' to shorten our lives, it sorta waters
my eyes
But here is some'n the cryin' talk about
The verse on that
cassette you and cousin fought about
That led to God and Satan's fallin'
out
Encourage the liquor for those who ain't here that you pourin' out
On
3-way, your parents, preacher and spouse called my house
Revive or ruin, my
theories of mics
Sony or Aiwa, black or white, I fit in all
stereotypes
Search for a cast to plot, I make you a laughin' stock
So
shook, I could walk a half a block and feel the aftershocks
Rain of acid
drops, seek some help
Now don't rewind, get it the first time,
Shouldn't
have to repeat myself
Eternally verbally, I have numbers, succumb to time
outs
In rhyme bouts you'll dial 9, just to get a line out
Known fact or
factors and non-rappers fractured
Results in more cast appearances than a
hundred actors
Emcees I'm testin' like diseases injected in
gerbils
Wordsworth, Kweli, Hi-Tek, Reflection Eternal..what...

[Talib
Kweli]
My style high life like Fonz when I burn heads like a conk
Cuz
niggaz front, when their chances get slim like Pharoahe Monch
Thinkin' they
shits is heavy when they light like ilumination
Intellectual masturbation
with premature ejaculation
I'm comin' cleaner than vaccinations
My
fascination with character assassination,
Got these niggaz burnin' like
sensation
We keep it hot like matches and on lock like latches
Wack
emcees get they microphones snatched like Lee patches
So YOU GO! To every
wack muthafucka that you know (Scram...)
My lyrics they get up in your
genes/jeans like Parasucos
So there's no mystery about the father, niggaz is
hot and bothered
Like the bitches that they are, takin' pictures with
stars
And got 'em open, but after they little hopes and dreams get
broken
Me and Hi-Tek, we live long and prosper like Vulcans
Think I'm
jokin'? We both got sons, we make cream and break dreams
See through the
fake schemes, wipin' your slate clean
Like a squeegee, we be lightin' shit
up like phosphorus
Turnin' flamboyant niggaz anonymous, depressin' to
optimus
You stoppin' us is preposterous, like an androgenous
masohganist
You pickin' the wrong time, steppin' to me when I'm in my prime
like Optimus
Transformin', from rookie of the year to veteran
Hip-hop is
big business like Con Edison or medicine
But fuck it, they gonna let us in,
or else we rush the door
I got to many reasons, save your 'whys' and 'what
fors'

CHORUS:
[Kweli] This is twice inna lifetime so I'm lettin' you
know (let 'em know,
yo!)
Blackstar, Wordsorth, Punchline and Jane Doe
(yo!)
[Mos] Lyrical com-pete and WE emcee
We got the fortified five,
exhibit level degree

[Punchline]
Check it...
I keep dough in my
pocket while you follow the false prophet
Get deep like Islamics wrapped in
a white garment
I touch topics that try to open up your optics
Vacate in
the Tropics, you dodgin' bullets in the projects
Cut the nonsense, I'm
hotter than alot a men
Start honorin', got more wifeys than Solomon
Fuck
the squad you in, a-yo we be the biddomb
Regardless what I spit on, you
worse with the tracks I shit on
Once you get on, it's fair you can't trust
(Yes!)
Words & Punch, make rappers march like the third month
I build
with friends, lyrically spit gems
Call me diamond, cuz I'm your girl's best
friend
Emcees are born losers, alcoholic abusers
I'll go on the radio and
start a gay rumor
And then I'll talk about how the crowd tried to boo
ya
Label shoot ya, stressed out with brain tumors
My gat claps, 50% of
the wack
Take it back to real rap, Krylons wit' the fat cap
Get robbed
for your ASCAP, leave you inside
Fortified live, reppin' NY 'til I
die!

[Mos Def]
Black body radiation situation that we workin'
wit'
My verb exists enlisted by the bogeys campin' services
The purpose
is, make you go and purchase this, no nervousness
We are, hot like black
tar, Black Star with emergerence
Superlative, you fabricated like the word
absurditive
I'm rockin this from here to where the purges live
To
Brooklyn where the merchants live
Next door to the murderers
And bourbon
is a elder man's medicinal alternative
My memory is furnished with, back
streets to back seats to fat Jeeps
Legendary athletes who play by the trash
heap
My crew wasn't that deep, but beef we didn't act sweet
Treadin' on
these stompin grounds you better catch some black feet
Flashy, it was
between DeKalb and Pulasky
Off the meter like an out of borough taxi
They
run your pockets fastly, black and nasty, nappy and crafty
And SWAT are
either sittin' in Clinton or Kaksaki
Man Rudolph can screw off! You too soft
to stop us
You and your coppers should see some foot doctors
Got your
burnt chest popped up, but keep your guns cocked up
Cuz all them cats that
you knocked up and always gon' be locked up
Hide yaself like Donna Summer,
another number one
And comin' from the underground, this is how it's comin'
down
Baby let me run it down,
Mos Def, Talib Kweli, Jane Doe, Punch,
Wor.. umm..E!
Excuse me! Just ate another emcee!
Sometimes that's
just how it be
Partner wash you down with green tea and some lime
We like
the five on the fist, fortified organized like DIS!