Twitter Tweets by TheDon Lyrics
[Pre-Verse: The Don]
We live in an era where the most diffident of people become the most boisterous while online
Their personas and idiosyncrasies we see, aren't their real ones at all
We have all become masters of illusion— to the point of deceiving oneself
So how am I to believe you, when you can't even trust yourself?
We all live under this: self-incarceration of technology that we allow to coexist
Everywhere you turn, you see people living in a 'virtual life' looking at their real ones through a glass slate
In this 'virtual platform', people become who they want to be
Often times, who they aren't in reality
It is in this fallacious, synthetic world where you see people's true colors... and where best friends become your biggest enemies
And it's always the ones closest, that are behind it all... Waiting to stab your back first
[Verse I: The Don]
Twitter tweets flying who you think you trying?
I'm Brooklyn's Don, have you twitter dying
I'm just sick of trying, sick of this Twitter lying
Facebook posting, straight Twitter spying
Have your birds chirping when this flock bursting
You ain't doing nothin' but Twitter searching
Big and bad (YEAH)
Behind those Twitter Tweets
Claiming that you fronting, you banging
You ain't better than me
Nah you will never be, ever ever be
I'm on that A game, you are on the letter B
And I kept it real, like the letter G
Said you was my friend but then you crossed me like the letter T
Now you're last on my list like the letter Z
And I would never use your vowel like the letter P
Imma keep it real while you keep it still tweeting saying: "Don only Mac'ing for a dollar bill"
[Pre-Verse: The Don]
And when you finally unmask the veil of deceit from them and expose their true colors once and for all
They start dening that truth like:
"Ohh nahh man that ain't me, that ain't me"
They act all good to your face but
The second you turn around
They're quick to talk calumny about you...
Stop the whole two-face act son
I ain't Batman homie
You wanna say something?
Say it to my face!
Nahh man
[Verse II: The Don]
You ain't saying nothing in person
All you do is:
Tweet
Tweet
Tweet
Twitter hurting
Then you claim you working
Cause you staking bread
You only stacking bread cause I threw you bread
Begging round my feet, just like a pigeon
What was I supposed to do?
I gave you just a smidgen
Ripped off my hand cause you was hungry, dog
You ain't loyal, because you're just a hungry dog
In your search for fame you still rep my name
But Twitter Tweeting: "The Don just be so lame"
I don't understand how can one change from good to bad?
That confusion's just rearranged
Now you're back in my house, start to re-exchange
Sitting back on my couch thinking "He's the same"
Hear my name
Keep pointing your finger when you to blame
Leave me then you back like a boomerang
As time passes, you act classless
Think you hot with them fake chains and them glasses
You ain't fooling nobody, I took your mask off
Now imma pack soft punches cause you act off
So go-ahead speak your mind
About how you think you grind
Better than Don at any certain given time
Don't take it too far, cause you know me
And you know I'll be
At you faster than a Twitter Tweet
[Outro: The Don]
Now I ain't gonna start calling people out but... You know who you are
- The Don
We live in an era where the most diffident of people become the most boisterous while online
Their personas and idiosyncrasies we see, aren't their real ones at all
We have all become masters of illusion— to the point of deceiving oneself
So how am I to believe you, when you can't even trust yourself?
We all live under this: self-incarceration of technology that we allow to coexist
Everywhere you turn, you see people living in a 'virtual life' looking at their real ones through a glass slate
In this 'virtual platform', people become who they want to be
Often times, who they aren't in reality
It is in this fallacious, synthetic world where you see people's true colors... and where best friends become your biggest enemies
And it's always the ones closest, that are behind it all... Waiting to stab your back first
[Verse I: The Don]
Twitter tweets flying who you think you trying?
I'm Brooklyn's Don, have you twitter dying
I'm just sick of trying, sick of this Twitter lying
Facebook posting, straight Twitter spying
Have your birds chirping when this flock bursting
You ain't doing nothin' but Twitter searching
Big and bad (YEAH)
Behind those Twitter Tweets
Claiming that you fronting, you banging
You ain't better than me
Nah you will never be, ever ever be
I'm on that A game, you are on the letter B
And I kept it real, like the letter G
Said you was my friend but then you crossed me like the letter T
Now you're last on my list like the letter Z
And I would never use your vowel like the letter P
Imma keep it real while you keep it still tweeting saying: "Don only Mac'ing for a dollar bill"
[Pre-Verse: The Don]
And when you finally unmask the veil of deceit from them and expose their true colors once and for all
They start dening that truth like:
"Ohh nahh man that ain't me, that ain't me"
They act all good to your face but
The second you turn around
They're quick to talk calumny about you...
Stop the whole two-face act son
I ain't Batman homie
You wanna say something?
Say it to my face!
Nahh man
[Verse II: The Don]
You ain't saying nothing in person
All you do is:
Tweet
Tweet
Tweet
Twitter hurting
Then you claim you working
Cause you staking bread
You only stacking bread cause I threw you bread
Begging round my feet, just like a pigeon
What was I supposed to do?
I gave you just a smidgen
Ripped off my hand cause you was hungry, dog
You ain't loyal, because you're just a hungry dog
In your search for fame you still rep my name
But Twitter Tweeting: "The Don just be so lame"
I don't understand how can one change from good to bad?
That confusion's just rearranged
Now you're back in my house, start to re-exchange
Sitting back on my couch thinking "He's the same"
Hear my name
Keep pointing your finger when you to blame
Leave me then you back like a boomerang
As time passes, you act classless
Think you hot with them fake chains and them glasses
You ain't fooling nobody, I took your mask off
Now imma pack soft punches cause you act off
So go-ahead speak your mind
About how you think you grind
Better than Don at any certain given time
Don't take it too far, cause you know me
And you know I'll be
At you faster than a Twitter Tweet
[Outro: The Don]
Now I ain't gonna start calling people out but... You know who you are
- The Don