Twisted Mellow Songtext / Lyric

The time has come. The time has come for my man Prince Be to speak a

word. 1991; the new age in rap music. And he's gonna do it like this...

Kick it!






One:

One for the treble

Two for the trouble

You bring

You wanna hear me sing

But that's another sort of swing

What's the dove's name that steps on a cloud

His hands are covered in a pink lace shroud

I thought the wind combed your hair

But he can't do me none no despair

It's like walking through time without realizing who your friends are

Like a mardi gras

So how many cars gotta pass my window

How many clouds gotta step when the wind blows

Show me a picture of the Reverend Syke

A broken halo and a track that sounds like cat meat

I giggle in the grim as I crumple up the track sheet

Like sha-na-na singing bah to a black sheep

I cut a big hole in the neck...

But then up jumps the Devil from a puddle of blood

To transform my dawn to a couple of thugs

Into a hand with a couple of grains of sand

But I'm like damn

A-la-kazam!

You twisted up my mellow man



Two:

I'm dropping a stone to the abyss

Something to catch if once again I exist

Now and then a strange thought comes to mind

I love my life but I can't wait to die

Is my place in time another raisin in the sun

An endless climb but where from?

I'm covered by a thousand thoughts at a time

Ain't misbehavin' says a bottle of white wine

So dream on if you're coming to catch me

I've dealt with stronger thoughts that tried to X me

What's the fantasy you feed in your brain

A prayer for life it's an ordinary pain

Yo count the moments when they called me closed

With all my insecurities exposed

I in heart yet I can only see through

I guess curiosity's after me too

For taking blind footsteps through the winds of change

I remain the same yet they call me strange

Small game of hide 'n seek see the me hide under yellow can

Damn

Yo you twisted up my mellow man



(Turntable solo)

"I'd buy that for a dollar!"



Three:

Touch the moon when you pass the dark side

You're mentally bruised but from a nine your scars hide

Another pain with a another brain chain

With inferior cuts the plain's made vain

Save your number five

It gives another vibe

It's just a tranquil place where the dark survive

You see it's bound to put your head in the same place

That the cello can

But understand

That you twisted up my mellow man

You twisted up my mellow man

You twisted up my mellow man

You twisted up my mellow man

Yo you twisted my mellow man



Ah yeah. Richie Rich in the house from the Rap Academy. Respect to PM

Dawn in the place to be... From 1991 you see... Cause they're kickin' it

consciously... On the label G double E. And don't twist my mellow man.

Don't twist my mellow man. Don't twist my mellow man. Don't twist my

mellow man. Check it.