Twista — Summer 96

[Verse: Twista] What can I say to make you see how the fuck I be feelin' Nobody can fuck with the villain because I'm one in a million Really embedded into the culture, I kill the competition if one of 'em willin' With the backwood full of Biscotti, I be the truth up in the booth And let 'em see what it can do to your body Killin' you is hobby, I be the one that be doin' it readily Niggas are scared of me like Illuminati Play time is over, it's a punisher from the [?] days I'm back again, you thought it was a phase And I be flowin' in magnificent ways Comin' off like a semi; if you ain't hit, I bet you yo ass is grazed A Windy City chief rocker Since the 90s I can hit the studio and make a knocka fuck a drive by That leave a rapper shot up Bullets goin' blacka blacka when I come and shoot the block up I'm apocalyptic like the way 2Pac'd spit it Forever like I gotta get it, I'm goin' after the riches You lookin' at a drip so vicious In an era where niggas on camera actin' like bitches Shit, I'm a balla, still up in the game Still got the Tom Brady status with the touchdowns homie Look at how I'm livin', everything is vintage Diamonds all up in it, and I rock a bust-down Rollie Full of fetti, I'm on a mission I'm with it, come get it if you feel like you got a position for the bag I'm articulate like a mathematician And I got the arithmetic of a money magician But I do it for the love Still holdin' my own, I need nobody to buy me shit It's a Twista, I'm comin' with that grimy shit Let's take it back to the summer of '96