Lyrics Twista – Da Resurrection (Intro)

And punks was dissin’ my rappin’ sound
That’s when the grave digger buried me in the ground
Six feet down, verbally I would catch a beatdown
Niggas think I’m sweet, can’t compete
And from a incomplete town
‘Cause they sleep on me
And can’t see what’s about to take place
‘Cause at a snake pace I can spit dope shit right in the fake’s face
Gone a few years
Disbelievers often thought I would soften
Shit, I was gettin’ so cold that I was coughin’ in the coffin
And sharping up to cut those wit my shoulder blade
Makin’ every word I speak a splitter
So motherfuckers reconsider
On testin’ me
I’m straight out the grave with articulate shit
To kick rip through hypocrites when I spit you pigs hit the bricks
From the release of this album throughout the future
Niggas learn a lesson
‘Cause it’s the mothafuckin’ resurrection

Huh, now that I revert this acknowledge
That I set shit off right, not a soft sight
Make b-boys’ bodies bleed till they turn off white
And if you broke mics, bring the battle
Or wait the day that won’t take a break
When I make a fake

Rippin’ mics like a paper plate
Escape the gate of the cemetery
When dug up out the dirt
I be hypin’ I.C. Dre and I went berserk
Runnin’ through apples like anorexics through exits
When it’s man I flex it
Best be protected ’cause ain’t no antisceptic
This sounds hectic
I strip rhythms naked when I mic check it
How does it feel gettin’ fucked up by the least M.C. expected
Resurrected to wreck it for Chi-town to K-town
If you can’t duck what’s manifested I suggest you stay down
Infrared and Speedknot Mobstaz is what I campaign
Draw more blood than a artist
With a syringe when I vent brains
Stamp the names on the wall of those I’ma staff ’em
Dissection for testin’
I told you pussy ass niggas it’s the resurrection