Songtexte The Rite - Corey Mills , Twista

Yea
Anno
Yea
Wish
Get them, get them, get them
Yea
Twista

How I'm flowing, it's like open-heart surgery
You can never murder me while I'm currently
Checking and recollecting the way it was wrecking records
And stepping on second guessing and still collecting currency (money)
See, the way I'm acting is I can really amaze and nod up
A daze into my profession aggression
And my ability to handle it's how I can channel
And use it to my advantage and make it work for me (boss)

I do what I like, see what I'm like
No media hype, me what am I meteorite
Fluid a while new with a style a view as a child
Pedialyte (that was cold)
I am a shooter go through your medulla
If you want a ruler then I'm going to bring the lion down
I am never lying down
I can break a giant down to a medium height
Where the meteor strike

Not that I'm popular with the poppers
Haters be watching us with binoculars
I could just hear them all crying when they see how I rhyme
In my prime, they transform like Optimus
I only do it because I'm great
Flowing I be killing in the paint
Let them know they can't stop us
Tracks and beats is all knockers
Tailored for the Midwest monster
Worldwide chopper, Twista

I got coffins full of money, yea, yea
They think I copped this for the money, yea, yea
Yea, yea
Yea, yea
I won't drop this for the hunnids, yea

I been doing this true to this
Some of them call me the light
I been cooking up like a religion
So some of them call me the rite
You know I step with a blessing
Block off the source, it gets hectic
Cocky or not, better check it
Handle your car before you wreck it

I go bananas
All on the road with the answers
God in my soul and I'm handsome
High-school pro James Randle
Way too free high-step like a prancer
Aye, I'm too lifted, he want me to man up
I know his trick, he want to build a ransom
Mimick the free, hit him with the sandles (yeah)

Didn't nobody ever say he was loose
Only one with final say is the Truth
Even if there is decay in the roots, yea (yea)
You got some you want to say then shoot
I ain't chicken, I don't play in the coup
Another list, another day in the booth (ooh)

Kind of like moving, ain't got to choose it
Flow like the music (flow like the music)
I hit the gas even with my last
Shoot out like the Uzi (yeah)
I can't pretend with Him
Man, I would lose everything (everything)
I can only be who I am
And He's my only aim, yea

I got coffins full of money, yea, yea
They think I copped this for the money, yea, yea
Yea, yea
Yea, yea
I won't drop this for the hunnids, yea