| I’m glad to see niggas catch up to speed
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| But when it come to doin a intricate pattern
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| I bet you y’all can never fuck with me
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| 'Cause when it come to this music
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| I am a mobster, I am a chief
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| And when it come to this rap shit
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| Then I am a monster, I am a beast
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| Never let negative energy interfere with this
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| I be from the Outer Limits and I devour timid
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| Haters that attempt to annihilate what I put together
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| They don’t wanna do when I got the mind of a military
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| And they wanna question if I am a lyricist
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| I will murder 'em with the dialect of an apostle
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| I’m apocalyptic and I can kick it whichever way you wanna hear it
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| Ain’t no telling who I’mma kill and bury
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| How could you fuck with a nigga willin to kill 'em all
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| With the ability to body a brigade of motherfuckers
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| That come with the ruckus to you and any anatomy
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| Whoever strategy you will try to initiate
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| Theoretically I’m deciphered as infinite
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| In other words I’m immortal, I came through a portal
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| And one day I’mma go back and tell 'em how them niggas all hate on me
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| 'Cause I kept a circle and will not affiliate
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| Ain’t an impossible, never, I go the whole yard
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| In the law of my continuum, my minimum
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| Is forever and ever, so nigga, whatever you wanna do
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| It don’t really matter to me, let’s handle it right now
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| What happened to going and pull a nigga ho card
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| Fuck all the thugging on the internet 'cause I’m not into that
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| I’m on a higher intellect and I don’t wanna catch a murder
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| 'Cause I know that it’s possible that you might die
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| Now they be telling me Twista come with the hard shit
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| I don’t wanna disappoint 'em so I gotta get it in
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| And kill 'em with every syllable after syllable
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| Like a gorilla do when I be the metaphysical
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| I be knowing the way I spit it be God’s gift
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| 'Cause I’m feeling so fab when I fuck a nigga up
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| It’s an immaculate conception of something immortal
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| And the proportion of the destruction is biblical
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| Like Isaiah, Deuteronomy, and Leviticus
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| I be a lyrical prophet, I’m a disciple with a rifle
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| And like John the Baptist, my raps is
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| A revelation of the genesis of your downfall
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| I’m a playa, you should follow me 'cause I’m infamous
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| And my flow is off the chain
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| I be rapping about something holy
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| Then I talk about your body being cut up in pieces
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| Out on the premises when they found y’all
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| You gotta give me the status of bein' a legend
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| In my continuum what I be givin' 'em, be killin' 'em
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| And everybody feelin' him, I’m colder than December
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| I’m a symbol and I make 'em remember my emblem
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| I hit you with the automatic and see you in heaven
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| Committed a verbal murder, we heard the surgery
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| Wasn’t a success when you was in the hospital
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| So if I ever get charged, I hope that I’mma get the minimum
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| Now there’ll be no killing off Twista cause I’m the omnipotent
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| But most of them niggas just hate on me cause I flow different
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| Like the way that I spit a verse to get in a nigga ass
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| Intricate patterns of intelligently spoken words
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| Killin' my enemy off with the dialect of Chicago and I’mma blast |