Back To The Basics 作词：Samuel Lindley, Carl Mitchell
Here I come The Perfect Storm Twista
I'm about to take everybody back to the basics I'm historical an oracle event is about to occur Because a motherfucker 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 Like that when you taste it
Come at niggas like a disciple of death 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 Niggas gotta pay some more fees
Hot enough to break a thermometer from another planet I kill '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 mornin' 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 nigga gotta get 'em all Then I'ma be, murderin' them like a serial killer Then I'ma hide 'em in the ceilin' and the wall Fuck 'em all
Niggas will never get next to this I rock a rollie so I flex the wrist I'ma blow up and sit in your place And throw up shit in your face Like the exorcist, you can't mess with this
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
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
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
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 niggas actin' like they lovin' the dime Used to be some respect But now they just kill 'em and stack 'em 'Cause Benjamin Franklin a governor now
Theoretically you better be ahead of everybody Around you 'cause a nigga might fuck you Don't need to be nothing but killers In your family that 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 niggas would get into it They gone have to take problems to 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 'bout is who got that And if you let one of these knucklehead bitches Know you're sittin' on something Motherfuckers is gonna be at that
South side murderer It's the west side killer
Up north and over east is a beast What they release, be leavin' you deceased Fuck 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 niggas locked up in jail home Instead of hollerin' at 'em on a cell phone
RIP 'cause 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 death If we don't get back to the basics
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
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
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
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