Twista - Back To The Basics lyrics

[Diddy] Hey yo Twista, it's about that motha f**in time again. Time to let these n***as know, The originator, never to be duplicated. King of that machine gun spit sh**. Hey yo Twista, blow a motha f**as brains out. [Twista] I'm about to take everybody back to the basics I'm historical an oracle event is about to occur Because a mother f**er put these raps in the matrix And I'm a terror when I spit it on tracks full of hatred But it's beauty in the dark Just put it into your mouth and the flow is mmm Like that when you taste it Come at n***as like a disciple of d**h You would think I'm poppin a rifle or tech I'm aimin right for the neck Your momma might as well call up the funeral home So she can write 'em a check A vile of dialect That's why they feelin' me a trilogy A horror is what I become So they call me Jason Vorhee Oops I mean chasin more cheese n***as gotta pay some more fees Hot enough to break a thermometer from another planet I k** em from here to Andromeda A comet will hit the planet when I'm in the middle While rappers swallow you a diabolical astonisher Astronomer because I'm outta the Galaxy Challenge me I will disintegrate your body like a particle Follow you into a corridor at four in the morning So I can horrify you right before I slaughter you My boys sayin they don't think I'm comin with it So you know a n***a gotta get em all Then I'mma be Murderin them like a serial k**er Then I'mma hide em in the ceiling and the wall f** em all! n***as will never get next to this I rock a rollie so I flex the wrist I'mma blow up and sit in your place And throw up sh** in your face Like the exorcist You can't mess with this. {Chorus x2} Now let's take sh** back to the basics How we used to do sh** With the original sound But still somehow comin with that new sh** Talk about the way it ain't no morals or respect in the streets no more Don't pause with the heat no more 'Cause there really ain't nothing out here to eat no more Nowadays n***as acting like they lovin the dime Used to be some respect But now they just k** and stack em Cause Benjamin Franklin a governor now Theoretically you better be ahead of everybody Around you 'cause a n***a might f** you Don't need to be nothing but k**ers in your family that always surround you Cause a n***a might touch you Since the recession it been hard on the streets So a n***a comin hard on the beats No order in the hood I remember when n***as would get into it They gone have to take problems to chief Now they don't give a f** who they be shootin Or who they be robbin or what you ride All they really care bout is who got that And if you let one of these knucklehead b**hes Know you're sitting on something Mothaf**as is gonna be at that South side murderer It's the west side k**er Up north and over east is a beast What they release Be leavin you deceased f** up anybody that try to do damage The block is the planet And shawty's is too buck for it to be peace So I carry a piece But I don't wanna shoot it Cause I already wanna see some of my n***as locked up in jail home Instead of hollerin at em on a cell phone R.I.P. cuz my little brother Rell gone Got to show a different way to get it Instead of bein on the attack full of hatred Or get smacked in the face with The reality of d**h if we don't get back to the basics {Chorus x2} Now let's take sh** back to the basics How we used to do sh** With the original sound But still somehow comin with that new sh** Talk about the way it ain't no morals or respect in the streets no more Don't pause with the heat no more 'Cause there really ain't nothing out here to eat no more