Twista - Animosity Kills. This is off of Twista's very rare second album, Resurrection. Resurrection was released only in the streets of Chicago and is considered a true classic. All properties belong to their respective owners.

Lyrics:

[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, masturbates to ejaculate shit that decapitate. Niggas backs'll break when I captivate; I'm strapped with hate when I mack a plate to my motherfuckers heads over the gate. Beat MCs, that ease in the breeze, freeze 'em at three degrees, flow be a tease, niggas don't got the key to beat me. All for the shit that I'm bussin', discussin' us and verbal dust then I'm crushin' guts and nuts and leavin' niggas disgusted. When I'm thrustin' like rockets I pull eyes out sockets put a clip to my lip and cock 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 niggas get burnt. Ruin the motherfucker'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, fuck 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 shit, 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 niggas 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 space ages, stages, I work 'em wise, when hype is on microphones I circumsize. Been hurtin' thighs, of a bitch'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 clitoris. Cuz I injure this, hyping just to make agony beat out it. Me lose? I doubt it, so if I'm in your path nigga, re-route it. How'd it, happen to my crew is what's said when I scare a staff, I tear in half, motherfuckers 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 shit to me, get wit me, I take the victory, you must not know my history. Sniff the scent of the magnificent I done kill niggas in battles. Still when they come back for seconds I'm on some different shit. My prototype shows that I explode like dolomite when I hold the mic, niggas that test might as well throw the fight. My flow's got strike. Range from passionate to blastin' it, with your ass in it, on the stage is where I let your casket sit fast and shit. 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 fuckin' bloody 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 defeat is when agony kills.

[Chorus]

(Hit me!) x 4

NOTE: Lyrics enclosed with question marks (?) indicate that I'm not exactly sure what is said at that point.

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