Twista - Book Of Rhymes lyrics

Check out ma' straps I'm finna' flex holdin' em' Picture how I buss at these n***as' 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 s**a' Complex too a scientific heathen Complicate yo' mental structure Circuitry too ma' lyricism I spit cyber-gothic Hotwires in the co*kpit 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 sh** that I chose too write down