(Twista)

Check out my straps

I'm finna flex holdin' them

Picture how I bust at these niggas like Cineplex Odeon

I'm finna step over them, come see how I'm bussin'

Catchin' slugs in your heart and lungs is a deadly repercussion

I got big guns and my bullets is the achiest even though you hate me it's hard to believe like a atheist

Never to offend any Christian if you're listenin' but I be Christ-like in bright white garbs, my life is interestin'

6 points of a man than under the body decrescent

Intelligent intellect like the internet I'm omnipresent

Then when the spirit leaves the flesh that God be testin'

Wrapped in a linen cloth in the pyramids where I be restin'

Syllables catastrophic to the mind state of a sucker

Complex to a scientific heathen, complicate your mental structure

Circuitry through my lyricism, I spit cyber-Gothic

Hot wires in the cockpit, everything made with fiber optic

Fire in the rocket, takin' me up to the stars

Galactic bars got me sportin' fly cars on Mars

Intricate patterns enablin' me to get money when I be on Saturn

Ain't nobody up in the galaxy willin' to challenge me when I be rappin'

Twista so cold, flow so ridiculous he's so meticiulous

They got the vapors and none of it he had to write on the paper where he was just spittin' and kickin' it

6 bars at a time, you're thinkin' it's somethin' you like now

Imagine if it was some shit that I chose to write down