Summer 96

[Verse: Twista]

What can I say to make you see how the fuck I be feelin'

Nobody can fuck with the villain because I'm one in a million

Really embedded into the culture, I kill the competition if one of 'em willin'

With the backwood full of Biscotti, I be the truth up in the booth

And let 'em see what it can do to your body

Killin' you is hobby, I be the one that be doin' it readily

Niggas are scared of me like Illuminati

Play time is over, it's a punisher from the Pinkhouse days

I'm back again, you thought it was a phase

And I be flowin' in magnificent ways

Comin' off like a semi; if you ain't hit, I bet you yo ass is grazed

A Windy City chief rocker

Since the 90s I can hit the studio and make a knocka fuck a drive by

That leave a rapper shot up

Bullets goin' blacka blacka when I come and shoot the block up

I'm apocalyptic like the way 2Pac'd spit it

Forever like I gotta get it, I'm goin' after the riches

You lookin' at a drip so vicious

In an era where niggas on camera actin' like bitches

Shit, I'm a balla, still up in the game

Still got the Tom Brady status with the touchdowns homie

Look at how I'm livin', everything is vintage

Diamonds all up in it, and I rock a bust-down Rollie

Full of fetti, I'm on a mission

I'm with it, come get it if you feel like you got a position for the bag

I'm articulate like a mathematician

And I got the arithmetic of a money magician

But I do it for the love

Still holdin' my own, I need nobody to buy me shit

It's a Twista, I'm comin' with that grimy shit

Let's take it back to the summer of '96