Текст: Twista. Perfect Storm. Back To The Basics.
[Diddy]
Hey yo Twista, it's about that motha fuckin time again.
Time to let these niggas know,
The originator, never to be duplicated.
King of that machine gun spit shit.
Hey yo Twista, blow a motha fuckas brains out.
[Twista]
I'm about to take everybody back to the basics
I'm historical an oracle event is about to occur
Because a mother fucker put these raps in the matrix
And I'm a terror when I spit it on tracks full of hatred
But it's beauty in the dark
Just put it into your mouth and the flow is mmm
Like that when you taste it
Come at niggas like a disciple of death
You would think I'm poppin a rifle or tech
I'm aimin right for the neck
Your momma might as well call up the funeral home
So she can write 'em a check
A vile of dialect
That's why they feelin' me a trilogy
A horror is what I become
So they call me Jason Vorhee
Oops I mean chasin more cheese
Niggas gotta pay some more fees
Hot enough to break a thermometer from another planet
I kill em from here to Andromeda
A comet will hit the planet when I'm in the middle
While rappers swallow you a diabolical astonisher
Astronomer because I'm outta the Galaxy
Challenge me I will disintegrate your body like a particle
Follow you into a corridor at four in the morning
So I can horrify you right before I slaughter you
My boys sayin they don't think I'm comin with it
So you know a nigga gotta get em all
Then I'mma be
Murderin them like a serial killer
Then I'mma hide em in the ceiling and the wall
Fuck em all!
Niggas will never get next to this
I rock a rollie so I flex the wrist
I'mma blow up and sit in your place
And throw up shit in your face
Like the exorcist
You can't mess with this.
{Chorus x2}
Now let's take shit back to the basics
How we used to do shit
With the original sound
But still somehow comin with that new shit
Talk about the way it ain't no morals or respect in the streets no more
Don't pause with the heat no more
'Cause there really ain't nothing out here to eat no more
Nowadays niggas acting like they lovin the dime
Used to be some respect
But now they just kill and stack em
Cause Benjamin Franklin a governor now
Theoretically you better be ahead of everybody
Around you 'cause a nigga might fuck you
Don't need to be nothing but killers in your family that always surround you
Cause a nigga might touch you
Since the recession it been hard on the streets
So a nigga comin hard on the beats
No order in the hood
I remember when niggas would get into it
They gone have to take problems to chief
Now they don't give a fuck who they be shootin
Or who they be robbin or what you ride
All they really care bout is who got that
And if you let one of these knucklehead bitches
Know you're sitting on something
Mothafuckas is gonna be at that
South side murderer
It's the west side killer
Up north and over east is a beast
What they release
Be leavin you deceased
Fuck up anybody that try to do damage
The block is the planet
And shawty's is too buck for it to be peace
So I carry a piece
But I don't wanna shoot it
Cause I already wanna see some of my niggas locked up in jail home
Instead of hollerin at em on a cell phone
R.I.P. cuz my little brother Rell gone
Got to show a different way to get it
Instead of bein on the attack full of hatred
Or get smacked in the face with
The reality of death if we don't get back to the basics
{Chorus x2}
Now let's take shit back to the basics
How we used to do shit
With the original sound
But still somehow comin with that new shit
Talk about the way it ain't no morals or respect in the streets no more
Don't pause with the heat no more
'Cause there really ain't nothing out here to eat no more
Hey yo Twista, it's about that motha fuckin time again.
Time to let these niggas know,
The originator, never to be duplicated.
King of that machine gun spit shit.
Hey yo Twista, blow a motha fuckas brains out.
[Twista]
I'm about to take everybody back to the basics
I'm historical an oracle event is about to occur
Because a mother fucker put these raps in the matrix
And I'm a terror when I spit it on tracks full of hatred
But it's beauty in the dark
Just put it into your mouth and the flow is mmm
Like that when you taste it
Come at niggas like a disciple of death
You would think I'm poppin a rifle or tech
I'm aimin right for the neck
Your momma might as well call up the funeral home
So she can write 'em a check
A vile of dialect
That's why they feelin' me a trilogy
A horror is what I become
So they call me Jason Vorhee
Oops I mean chasin more cheese
Niggas gotta pay some more fees
Hot enough to break a thermometer from another planet
I kill em from here to Andromeda
A comet will hit the planet when I'm in the middle
While rappers swallow you a diabolical astonisher
Astronomer because I'm outta the Galaxy
Challenge me I will disintegrate your body like a particle
Follow you into a corridor at four in the morning
So I can horrify you right before I slaughter you
My boys sayin they don't think I'm comin with it
So you know a nigga gotta get em all
Then I'mma be
Murderin them like a serial killer
Then I'mma hide em in the ceiling and the wall
Fuck em all!
Niggas will never get next to this
I rock a rollie so I flex the wrist
I'mma blow up and sit in your place
And throw up shit in your face
Like the exorcist
You can't mess with this.
{Chorus x2}
Now let's take shit back to the basics
How we used to do shit
With the original sound
But still somehow comin with that new shit
Talk about the way it ain't no morals or respect in the streets no more
Don't pause with the heat no more
'Cause there really ain't nothing out here to eat no more
Nowadays niggas acting like they lovin the dime
Used to be some respect
But now they just kill and stack em
Cause Benjamin Franklin a governor now
Theoretically you better be ahead of everybody
Around you 'cause a nigga might fuck you
Don't need to be nothing but killers in your family that always surround you
Cause a nigga might touch you
Since the recession it been hard on the streets
So a nigga comin hard on the beats
No order in the hood
I remember when niggas would get into it
They gone have to take problems to chief
Now they don't give a fuck who they be shootin
Or who they be robbin or what you ride
All they really care bout is who got that
And if you let one of these knucklehead bitches
Know you're sitting on something
Mothafuckas is gonna be at that
South side murderer
It's the west side killer
Up north and over east is a beast
What they release
Be leavin you deceased
Fuck up anybody that try to do damage
The block is the planet
And shawty's is too buck for it to be peace
So I carry a piece
But I don't wanna shoot it
Cause I already wanna see some of my niggas locked up in jail home
Instead of hollerin at em on a cell phone
R.I.P. cuz my little brother Rell gone
Got to show a different way to get it
Instead of bein on the attack full of hatred
Or get smacked in the face with
The reality of death if we don't get back to the basics
{Chorus x2}
Now let's take shit back to the basics
How we used to do shit
With the original sound
But still somehow comin with that new shit
Talk about the way it ain't no morals or respect in the streets no more
Don't pause with the heat no more
'Cause there really ain't nothing out here to eat no more
Twista
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