Twista - Book Of Rhymes (Freestyle) lyrics

rate me

Check out ma' straps

I'm finna' flex holdin' em'

Picture how I buss at these niggas' like cineplex odeon

I'm finna' step over em'

Come see how I'm bussin'

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

I got big guns and ma' bullets is the athiest

Even though you hate me

It's hard too believe like a athiest

Never too offend any Christian if you listenin'

But I be Christ-like and bright-white gods

Ma life is intrestin'

6 points of a men 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 lyna coffin

The pyramid's where I be restin'

Syllables catastrophic too the mindstate of a sucka'

Complex too a scientific heathen

Complicate yo' mental structure

Circuitry too ma' lyricism

I spit cyber-gothic

Hotwires in the cockpit

Everything made with fiber-optic

Fire in the rocket taken me up too the stars

Galactic bars got me sportin' fly cars on Mars

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

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

Twista so cold

Flow so ridiculous

He's so articulous

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 thinkin' it's something you like now

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