Resurrection Album

Artist(s): Twista

Cover Art

Twista Resurrection Cover Art

Tracklist

Da Resurrection

length: 2:12

As word got off to ruin reps bled
I hear them shitted every breath said
From those that wanted to place Twista in the death bed
Business didn't go right
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

Suicide (remix)

length: 4:29

Anomosity Kills

length: 4:24
[Verse 1]

My mental complex can get as lethal as bomb threats when I put together patterns and concepts. MCs evacuate, when I activate raps, a fate brain, m_________s to e________ s___ that decapitate. n____s backs'll break when I captivate; I'm strapped with hate when I mack a plate to my m_________ers heads over the gate. Beat MCs, that ease in the breeze, freeze 'em at three degrees, flow be a tease, n____s don't got the key to beat me. All for the s___ that I'm bussin', discussin' us and verbal dust then I'm crushin' guts and nuts and leavin' n____s disgusted. When I burst 'em like rockets I pull eyes out sockets put a clip to my lip and c___ it for punks without a pocket, top it. I'm too hype to stop it, you're too microscopic, I dwell in the chamber like toxic on point as if a sniper pops it. Rhythms get optic; are you ready for emergency surgery, verbally, for accusing me of flow burglary? Third degree, hotter than red devil n____s get burnt. Ruin the m_________er's blessings until the lesson's learned, you earned, the right to lose teeth if beef was instilled. Can it possibly build? I don't know, but animosity kills.

[Chorus]

On stages and in cyphers how many rappers that remain. (So real...) Take 'em down (Animosity kills...). Infrared is torment, f___ representin' we campaignin'. (So real...) Take 'em down (Agony kills...). Before the conflict, make sure you know just what you gain. (So real...) Take 'em down (Animosity kills...). Speedknots bomb s___, stray leavin' competitors hanged. (So real...) Take 'em down (Agony kills...).

[Verse 2]

It's your funeral, so order some flowers from the florist. I'm turnin' the hardest chumps into bigger gumps than Forrest. You can't ignore this, vocals get omnivorous, catch rigor mortis, the trigger for this is the chorus, my guns are cordless. Or is, my strategy's agony make a star battle be tragedy? The majesty leaves n____s dead as car batteries. Them raggedy, rappers get ripped when the mic marauder chokes, thinkin' tomorrow's hope, but death is in your horoscope. When my horror scopes, pages travel s___e ages, stages, I work 'em wise, when hype is on microphones I circumsize. Been hurtin' thighs, of a b____'s physical composition, competition gets dismissed if listed as opposition. My mission's position is dissin'. Take a hit of this. Rather hit or miss, I still would split a wrist, like a c___oris. Cuz I injure this, hyping just to make agony beat out it. Me lose? I doubt it, so if I'm in your path n____, re-route it. How'd it, happen to my crew is what's said when I scare a staff, I tear in half, m_________ers with every paragraph. Sit there and laugh, cuz you can't bear the wrath. As tragedy builds, animosity and agony kills.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

(I) slay rappers of simplicity, it ain't s___ to me, get wit me, I take the victory, you must not know my history. Sniff the scent of the magnificent I done kill n____s in battles. Still when they come back for seconds I'm on some different s___. My prototype shows that I explode like dolomite when I hold the mic, n____s that test might as well throw the fight. My flow's got strike. Range from passionate to blastin' it, with your a__ in it, on the stage is where I let your casket sit fast and s___. Comin' through like a prowler, punks I devour, testin' me is worse than hiding from Norman Bates in the shower. Horror ya'll, causin' the f___in' b_____ waterfall, only way I see competition is if you brought a ball. I slaughter all; all your crew members just outta call. Plus submission, but if you keep dissing we just gotta brawl. So what's the call? If you let animosity build, tragedy will, and through the feet is when agony kills.

[Chorus]

(Hit me!) x 4

Street Paranoia

length: 4:23
As the paranoia takes over...
a man is quick to start snappin...
Cuz as the paranoia takes over...
a man never knows what's about to happen...
As the paranoia takes over...
This is what's in the mind of a man that can be a shooter...
As the paranoia takes over...
This is what's in the mind of a man who lived times colder...

[Verse 1]

My feet walk the grounds of mental cruel.
As I'm surrounded by evil, in the ghetto the streets rule.
I look around and all I see is hatred, bloods wasted, nothing is sacred,
I don't know how long I can take it. Life is supposed to be priceless,
but the ?cause of statics? suffers from automatics cuz of a mental crisis.
Ignorant thoughts and barbaric ways, and my hood's where it stays,
there it slays, leaving no trace of better days.
It's hard to grip the mic, when at night, all I see is hypes, going insane
in the brain, to obtain, the glass pipes. Life's a struggle, even for those
who don't smuggle, in the alley drinks b__s guzzle, street likes the
m_________in' puzzle. Leaving the best smoke, cuz every rap chokes, against
the ropes of my people losing their dreams, lives, and hopes. My mental
odyssey's hurt me with thoughts that could destroy ya. d___, I can't face
the paranoia...

[Chorus]

The paranoia's coming for ya, the streets can destroy ya... (d___, I can't face
the paranoia...).
The paranoia's coming for ya, my mind is my destroyer... (I can't face
the street's paranoia...).
The paranoia's coming for ya, the streets can destroy ya... (d___, I can't face
the paranoia...).
The paranoia's coming for ya, my mind is my destroyer... (I can't face
the street's paranoia...).

[Verse 2]

As paranoia takes over, my heart stays colder, ghetto slang holder, but
still look over my shoulder. To see a shorty drink ?auti's? and pop a pistol,
for no reason, so the only issue is hope the bullet miss you. My mind
goes in rages when outrages like some f___in' pages read murder committed
by kids of younger ages. All these thugs know is drugs and chrome. Cuz
every night they never saw hugs and homes, just slugs and domes. Punks'll
slang a game of starstacks, it's hard to face the raw facts, I witness,
bullets scar backs of carjacks. And through this all I make ?cellopa? days,
won't drop my ways at night they pop a gauge but still I chose to rock the
stage. Is this a death trap as my every rep raps, the tales that left cops,
in the bodies that finally get my mind collapsed. I'm hearing toxin', some
pistols c___in', their poppin' bodies droppin', paranoia's got me, cuz I'm
simply watchin'. Drugs and murder, imperial dealers and serial killers,
kids turn into casket billers and hypes, the stillest. It's comin' for ya.
Is every man created a destroyer? d___, I can't face the paranoia...

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

The paranoia's killing me, terror's trilogy, and days that come through you
think you still a b using artillery? Huh. Some kill for fun and enjoyment,
others for unemployment. Sometimes, I wanna say "f___ it" for me a gun and
point it. Herb eaters, thoughts of diseases as the flesh peels, but still
the test builds; I slowly start to see that stress kills. My willpower, I buss my
best skills, but can't bear it. Sights of mack shooters, crack tooters, my thoughts are transparent. But yet deep, it's hard to get sleep, my eyes flinch. Beat the man in the dark trench, dead on the park bench. Bullets sparks pitch, that shove an innocent child, even though at the station glocks pow, my mind is hostile. Now my style is being affected from it. To protect myself from catching one in the stomach I'll be quick to gun 'em. The results: I might need a lawyer... to keep myself from being locked in a cage facin' the paranoia.

React With a Mic

length: 4:27

Scat Like Dat

length: 3:34

[Unknown man:]
Ey yo twista
Man, I'm getting sick and tired a' these sucka's tryin' to dis the style man

[Twista:]
Yeah, word up
So you know what we gon' do?
We gon' take it back to the original way it was done when it was called scatin'
You know what I'm sayin'?
Just drop me somethin' jazzy on the cut

[Unknown Voice:]
We're going to do a two

[Twista, Verse 1:]

(Chicka-pah, Chicka-pah, Chicka-pah
Chicka-pah, Chicka-pah, Chicka-pah, -pah

Chicka-pah, Chicka-pah, Chicka-pah
Chicka-pah, Chicka-pah, Chicka-pah, -pah

Chicka-pah, Chicka-pah, Chicka-pah
Chicka-pah, Chicka-pah, Chicka-pah, -pah

Chicka-pah, Chicka-pah, Chicka-pah
Chicka-pah, Chicka-pah, Chicka-pah, -pah)

Shoo-badi-doo, doo-be-doo, doo-be-doo
Shoo-badi-doo, dubie tat-tat-tat

Could you ever tell me, would ya find a cat
That could scat like that
Leaving party people laying on they back, (pah-pah)
Coming to the method of a lyrical epitome and it will be
A pleasure hearing words coming from a master of the tongue
Cus' I lay it over to the drum, but gibberish it may be to some
Cus' some, Say I talk allot or sayin' nothing
But I make it lovely when I break em over to the flow and this and
Never dis it if ya never never understood the art form, it is artsy
(a' sucka neva know it is)
Twista's product of a riff for a scat
(Shubidy ta-ta-ta like that)
Never wild, never single file, as I bring em out
See the way I pow, see a child see style
(Ta-tah, Ta-tah)
Take it away, when I come into the party with a sway
And I get up on the microphone and I rock it with the men
And we givin nothin but the best. (No delay)
(Yodelay-who)
Whata do, Whata do, Was a one two
(Tella Shuba-dubie-dubie-do)
When I come to the show with a flow, Let it go from an "Oh" to a' "Uuu" (Uuu huu)
I cry when I see another man dis another man flow
But he can for his many fans
How i break it over when I sing it out loud, that I think jealousy's at hand (and)
Never go against a method you don't know about, jack
When step into the party people think its fat
Full fucking metamorphosis, I break em off with this
It ain't quick rap, what I'm doing is a scat
(Ticka-Ticka-Ticka-Tah) (Chicka-Chicka-Chicka-Pah)
Come and listen to the rhythm of a star
Can you put the matter when I matter when I scatta flow
To make you wanna take your brain further for art

Shoo-badi-doo, doo-be-doo, doo-be-doo
Shoo-badi-doo, dubie tat-tat-tat

Could you ever tell me, would ya find a cat
That could scat like that
Leaving party people laying on they back, (pah-pah)

[Twista: Verse 2 (Same as verse 1)]

[Scat X4]
(Chicka-pah, Chicka-pah, Chicka-pah
Chicka-pah, Chicka-pah, Chicka-pah, -pah

Chicka-pah, Chicka-pah, Chicka-pah
Chicka-pah, Chicka-pah, Chicka-pah, -pah)

Shoo-badi-doo, doo-be-doo, doo-be-doo
Shoo-badi-doo, dubie tat-tat-tat

Could you ever tell me, would ya find a cat
That could scat like that
Leaving party people laying on they back, (pah-pah)
Coming to the method of a lyrical epitome and it will be
A pleasure hearing words coming from a master of the tongue
Cus' I lay it over to the drum, but gibberish it may be to some
Cus' some, Say I talk allot or sayin' nothing
But I make it lovely when I break em over to the flow and this and
Never dis it if ya never never understood the art form, it is artsy
(a' sucka neva know it is)
Twista's product of a riff for a scat
(Shubidy ta=ta-ta like that)
Never wild, never single file, as I bring em out
See the way I pow, see a child see style
(Ta-tah, Ta-tah)
Take it away, when I come into the party with a sway
And I get up on the microphone and I rock it with the men
And we givin nothin but the best. (No delay)
(Yodelay-who)
Whata do, Whata do, Was a one two
(Tella Shuba-dubie-dubie-do)
When I come to the show with a flow, Let it go from an "Oh" to a' "Uuu" (Uuu huu)
I cry when I see another man dis another man flow
But he can for his many fans
How i break it over when I sing it out loud, that I think jealousy's at hand (and)
Never go against a method you don't know about, jack
When step into the party people think its fat
Full fucking metamorphosis, I break em off with this
It ain't quick rap, what I'm doing is a scat
(Ticka-Ticka-Ticka-Tah) (Chicka-Chicka-Chicka-Pah)
Come and listen to the rhythm of a star
Can you put the matter when I matter when I scatta flow
To make you wanna take your brain further for art

Shoo-badi-doo, doo-be-doo, doo-be-doo
Shoo-badi-doo, dubie tat-tat-tat

Could you ever tell me, would ya find a cat
That could scat like that
Leaving party people laying on they back, (pah-pah)

[Scat X4, Fading]
(Chicka-pah, Chicka-pah, Chicka-pah
Chicka-pah, Chicka-pah, Chicka-pah, -pah

Chicka-pah, Chicka-pah, Chicka-pah
Chicka-pah, Chicka-pah, Chicka-pah, -pah)

Return

length: 4:19

[Dreadlock Rasta]

(Introduces Twista , shouts out other jamaican lingo.)

[Verse 1: Twista]
Its the return of the rattatatat
With the fatta' backpack full of raps for
Backtracks Plus that gat that I carry like a cellular
Then they can tell you tha...
Babyface bandit dont play and i for them send ??hel?u?ah??
( Done Daddy)
Wit more Beef than a patty from some suckers
That tend to diss the twista To hell with dem dumb ..
Respect the way i kicks em' , Im rippin' vics up
Bloody spits up, and neva gets up
When i speed nah clicks up
Rips up with grammar I damage ya like J. Rue
Im torchering sucker punks, on ??backtracks i see dre do??
Hit em with Lyrical dropkicks, poke eyes with chopsticks
Fly in More mcs heads than cockpits
With criminal topics, as soon as the Glock spits i drop vics
Quick to commit a murder
My grandma ?? Alberta told me to let my fat flow hurt ah
Sucka that think hes phatta, ya got ta, smack that
Fool, its the return of the rattatatat

Dirt on the Down Low

length: 4:11

Shadow Boxin

length: 4:13

All About the Papes

length: 4:14

One Shot, One Kill

length: 6:35

Suicide (original)

length: 4:20