Artist: Twista Album: The Perfect Storm Song: Back to the Basics Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Twista] Here I come "The Perfect Storm" Twista [Twista] I'm about to take everybody back to the basics I'm historical, a oracle, a event is about to occur because a motherfucker put these raps in the matrix And I'm a terror when I spit it, dope tracks full of hatred But it's beauty in the dark, just put it in your mouth and the flow is mmmm, like that when you taste it Come at niggaz like a disciple of death You would think I'm poppin a rifle or Tec, 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 violent dialect That's why they feelin me A trilogy of horror is what I become so they call me Jason Vorhees Oops, I mean Jason More Cheese, niggaz gotta pay some more fees Hot enough to break a thermometer from another planet I kill 'em from here to Andromeda A comet'll hit the planet when I'm in it I mean a rapper swallow you with diabolical astonisher Astronomer because I'm out on the galaxy Challenge me I will dissintigrate your body like a particle Follow you into a corridor at 4 in the mornin so I can horrify you right before I slaughter you A voice said they don't think I'm comin with it so you know a nigga gotta get 'em all Then I'ma be, murderin 'em like a serial killer then I'ma hide 'em in the ceiling and the wall, fuck 'em all Niggaz'll never get next to this, I rock a Roley so I flex the wrist I'ma blow up and sit in yo' place and throw up shit in yo' face like "The Exorcist" You can't mess with this [Chorus 2X: Twista] Now let's take shit back to the basics, how we used to do shit with the original sound but still somehow comin with that new shit (new shit) Talkin 'bout the way it ain't no morals or respect in the streets no mo' (no mo') Don't pause with the heat no mo' cause it really ain't nothin out here to eat no mo' (no mo') [Twista] Nowadays niggaz actin like they lovin to die (why?) Used to be some respect but now they just kill 'em and stank 'em cause Benjamin Franklin the governor now Theoretically you better be ahead of everybody around you cause a nigga might fuck you Don't need to be nothin but killers in your family to always surround you cause a nigga might touch you Since the recession it been hard on the streets so a nigga comin hard on the beats No order in the hood, I remember when niggaz'll get into it they would have to take problems or chief Now they don't give a fuck who they be shootin or who they be robbin or what you ride, all they really care about is who got that And if you love one of these knucklehead bitches know you sittin on somethin muh'fuckers is gon' be at that South-siiide mur-derers It's the West-siiide kill-ers Up north and over east is a beast What they released be leavin you deceased Fuck up anybody that try to do damage act like it's the planet and shorties 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 niggaz locked up in jail home Instead of hollerin at 'em on a cell phone R.I.P. cause my lil' brother Rell gone Gotta 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 death if we don't get back to the basics [Chorus]