Perhaps more than any other mainstream rapper (and this is really saying something) Twista really holds it down for the gentleman’s clubs. Although “Make a Movie” isn’t explicitly about throwing dollars at Spearmint Rhino, I have no doubt that—like “Wetter” before it—it’s currently providing the soundtrack for lapdances all across the country. While it’s unlikely to overtake Waka Flocka’s “No Hands” on radio or in clubs of any kind (Flocka, inexplicably, has major label backing), musically it’s a much sexier single, propelled by sensuous strings and producer Traxster’s genius, sparing use of conga and bongó. If I were a female stripping for money, I think I’d feel much classier dancing to “Make a Movie” than to the aggressive, vaguely threatening “No Hands.” This seems to be something Twista understands well; like DJ Quik before him he tempers his misogyny with undeniably sexy music, making strip club anthems that feel less like a lyrical gangbang and more like some slow, babymaking love (even when the topic at hand is something as trivial as a sex tape request.) Sometimes it’s not what you say, but how you say it.