Hey guys, less soyface

& more wicked shit

please NOW!

The reason I listen to Twiztid is because of their diversity of genres and ability to craft a traditional vocal melody.  They might not be as fast as Tech or Eminem but honestly, I don't listen to either of those guys.  I don't listen to Kanye or Kendrick or Twista or Busta Rhymes, either.  They're all either focused on going fast over a beat OR being "self absorbed and full of shit just like some pampers."  Twiztid doesn't just rap over a beat.  Twiztid beats sound like actual songs with melodies and they craft vocal melodies over the top of those songs and their lyrical content is leagues above the rest.  It isn't about being emo or rock or rap or whatever anyone wants to call it.  It's about making good songs.  There have always been elements of Twiztid that represent all genres and even if they themselves think they're adhering to a certain genre on any particular song, they can't help but let the rock and the soul and the funk bust out on any given one.  This song is totally Twiztid and anybody who thinks it's anything particularly new or groundbreaking for them hasn't really been listening.  

i would compare generation nightmare to heartbroken and homicidal. both albums contain a mixture of rock tracks and hip hop tracks. all this talk about twiztid selling out is bullshit. freek show is eternally my favorite twiztid album and it has rock tracks on it. back on topic tho the magic spellz video alright. i agree the song isnt drastically different from other shit they have done. as far as the pure wicked shit. i think they got us covered when that venomous 5 comes out. they gone bring the wicked shit with that joint.

Dont like this at all. Id personally dump half the songs on Generation Nightmare. This 2001 rap/rock shit isnt for me anymore and it sounds dated as fuck.

Just my opinion though, at least 2.1k people like it according to Youtube so they obviously have a fanbase for this type of stuff but the more they move in this direction, the more they lose my attention. Shame.

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In more seriousness, it is just fine. Just not for me anymore. I'll keep checking in on them until I die, probably. But I haven't heard enough to purchase an album since Abominationz was on that PSY $3 CD sale. Some great tracks here and there, though, for real. If they took and made a double album of everything they released after PSY, the best tracks, that would be worth a purchase.

I dig the song, but the video is just generic shit.

Pigg said

Tell me this video is even remotely interesting. Phlegm in the windpipe's video was tight.

 

They dropped the ball in this video.  

I liked it. It got's message across. It was shot like one of those PSA commercials meant to reflect that they're fan base isn't just the stereotypical junkie and how important this music is to their fans being their outlet and escape from their diverse problems. It's basically saying that they aren't going anywhere and no matter how hard people try they can't take their legacy and impact away from them. Gave me a new understanding of what the song was about. It's not the best most amazing thing, but it's definitely not nearly as trash as it's made out to be.

People keep saying how the people don't look like Twiztid fans and I instantly thought of you because you don't fit the stereo type at all. Like, even the juggalos expect themselves to be lighting up meth pipes and wallowing in degeneracy.

For the record, I only type 'quit riding J's dick' out of satire.

King Lucem Ferre said
...Like, even the juggalos expect themselves to be lighting up meth pipes and wallowing in degeneracy.

Like, some of us thrive while taking degeneracy in stride. I held a chunk of meth in my hands last month when my dealer neighbor was here having some delicious coffee and trying to draft me to the dark side. Guess he didn't get the memo that I run that bitch. Somehow I managed to maintain sobriety while making him laugh (and listening to him talk about the upcoming GOTJ). Turns out my unscripted reality series Coffee With Methheads looks pretty fucking Hollywood:

Maybe Twiztid will learn a few things about showmanship from the Houston gutter.