Twista — Back to the Basics

[Verse 1: Twista] I'm about to take everybody back to the basics I'm historical, an oracle and event is about to occur Because a motherfucker put these raps in the matrix And I'm a terror when I spit it on tracks full of hatred But there's beauty in the dark, just put it in your mouth And the flow is, mmmmm... like that when you taste it Coming niggas like a disciple of death You would think I'm popping a rifle or TEC I'm aiming right for the neck Your mama might as well call up the funeral home So she can write them a check, a violent dialect That's why they feelin' me, a trilogy A horror is what I become so they call me Jason Vorhees Oops, I mean Jason 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'll hit the planet when I'm in the middle of rapping Swallow you, a diabolical astonisher Astronomer because I'm out in 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 saying they don't think I'm coming with it So you know a nigga gotta get 'em all Then I'mma be murdering them like a serial killer Then I'mma hide them in the ceiling and the wall, fuck 'em all Niggas'll never get next to this I rock a Rollie so I flex the wrist I'mma blow up and sit in your place Then throw up shit in your face like the Exorcist You can't mess with this [Hook] Now let's take shit back to the basics How we used to do shit With the original sound But still somehow coming with that new shit Talk about the way there 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 Now let's take shit back to the basics How we used to do shit With the original sound But still somehow coming with that new shit Talk about the way there 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 [Verse 2: Twista] Nowadays niggas acting like they loving to die (why?) Used to be some respect But now they just kill 'em and stack 'em 'Cause Benjamin Franklin the 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's 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 would have to take problems to chief Now they don't give a fuck who they be shooting Or who they be robbing or what you ride All they really care about is who got that And if you let one of these knuckleheaded bitches Know you sitting on something, motherfuckers is gon' be at that Southside Murderers It's the Westside Killas Up north and over east is a beast What they release be leaving you deceased Fuck up anybody that try to do damage The block is the planet and shorties is too bucked For it to be peace, so I carry a piece But I don't want to shoot it 'cause I already want to See some of my niggas locked up in jail home Instead of hollerin' at 'em on a cell phone R.I.P. cuz' my lil' brother Rel' gone Gotta show a different way to get it instead of Being 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 [Hook] Now let's take shit back to the basics How we used to do shit With the original sound But still somehow coming with that new shit Talk about the way there 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 Now let's take shit back to the basics How we used to do shit With the original sound But still somehow coming with that new shit Talk about the way there 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