Twista - Book of Rhymes (Freestyle) lyrics

(Twista) Check out my straps I'm finna flex holdin' them Picture how I bust at these n***as 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 s**er Complex to a scientific heathen, complicate your mental structure Circuitry through my lyricism, I spit cyber-Gothic Hot wires in the co*kpit, 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 sh** that I chose to write down