What's happenin, This is Chillinfoot down with the funky Tung Twista, baby [number] inches of straight stupid, straight ignorant dope stuff for ya, baby So turn up your radio and get down to the Tung it, gee
Let the Cavalier Tung ya, it's the Mista Tung Twista Pumpin a rhythm, a styler My tongue'll be a funky pile of Lyrical rhymes that's breakin em off in the mind, I be em holy, I'm the funky Islam, my lyricals slippin em like petroleum, slowly I'm Pumpin the flow of the lyric, I'm em off with the radical texture I'm one brother you could never get ta Flex your style, I'm gonna give em a lyrical of the rhythm of Cav And crackin em up with the of the wise I be bringin em up in the flow of the funky I elect a flow for that try a wreck I the light of a head and be wakin em up and then cause a fly effect I insist ya lay the path of my rhythm and follow me like a scripture Flowin this my lung, a tongue twister Mista, my style'll be makin a dent and be leavin the bent Steppin is the black gent, my Nubian accent Breakin em up and then makin em in the smell of my funk I be kickin up in em And then give em a lick of my lyrical lollypop, I'm gonna bring em into my doctrine Rock, then the rhythm'll makin the spin blackwards The of the rhythm'll snap, crackle and pop, then flow, oh I'm em follow the path of a God and my track'll be blacker than Cocoa This lyric I'm makin is dope, call it so-so Don't dis the Twista Leavin the suckers soft as a whisper, kiss ya like a sister I'ma let it be known that it's the way that I throw That's makin the of the lyrical glow And how I tell it, yo Cav is a funkedelic flow, and oh, my fist'll at the rhythm of suckers, then I'm gonna give em a Tung blister It's the Mista Twista
Boy, Tung Twista for ya at ya in 3d ?? than that, boy it out Kick it
My is spinnin I follow with Allah and the be stoppin the Cavalier from sinnin The lyrical rhythm and then in the endin I tactics, give em black kicks Flow of the lyric I'm pumpin and em up is dope as a crack fix It's - funky, I'm greater Never to step at the dictator, a state of Shock is what I put a sucker into, then to Go the smell I be stylin, gee, funky is what the scent'll be Harmin this? Uh-uh, the Cavalier's my charm in this Simply because I'm in this, I'm as as a pharmacist this? Hype as a rattle be shakin and rippin the rhythm And breakin up into a sweat, I be workin the lyrical a sucker So never near a, lyricist Cavalier - ah Rock the flow of the lyrical rhythm be shinin a mirror Hear a sucker step at the Twist, ya gotta be goin this to beat me The funk of the lyric flow from me like peepee You caught a work of my tongue as I be flow like water Crackin em up with a flow and of slaughter I oughta ?? I'm bracin Nubian nations, and chasin My tongue your tastin, a pace and facin lyrical wastin Tungs'll be cut like Jason, Tung Twista rocks, your lip'll My tongue'll be makin a tick or tick tock to Nubian hip-hop Flip-flopped, a when I wrote this and makin some hocus pocus, focus Tongue will be flippin just like I'ma locus Givin a for Twisterosis Crackin a mouth and them makin em ache I'ma put em up into a You're sniffin dope I'm I'm able to up a sucker that you might send in The funk of the lyrical rhythm Spinnin the suckers around like a Be makin em holler kickin the funk of a lyrical I pray to Allah, I'm this funky like I'm a hobo Throw better than bolo, ya that he can battle my solo Just say oh no cause that's a When I be smellin the of my flow, jo I'm pumpin this up and this in with a lyrical, then say haha Take titles, say ta-ta I'm rippin a rap and rockin a rhythm and ring in my tongue I'ma bend em And flow with a lyric it's inside em And get with the funk I be up in em this and it's the Yeah - Tung
Boy, if that ain't bad, my ain't Lewis Tyrone Chillinfoot, baby But we get the Boogieman ?? Go head, kid
The Boogieman was speaking, he said, what's up Mista Don't you that Nubians ain't never supposed to whisper Talkin behind my back is makin it like it's a rumor So tell me fact to when you can decide to come to Juma Don't say your backwards because you don't like Cav to the left by def and I'm gonna eff up the right half The sucker descendant of Canaan, let my pizzazz wreck I'm speakin this to the devil calls his self an Aztec You ain't a Puerto-Rican, know what I'm speakin, you're seekin You might as well open the doors of a and become a deacon step to me, speakin the pep to me about what your rep'll be Crept to me because I let them see that you had Them that be dissin me I simply just insist ya Stop steppin against the Mista Twista
Now was bad, baby But if you that was somethin till you hear the album I like to give a shout to my son And ?? to the Wiz Of course Cavalier, it's his My man And the DJ Cut And the whole hip-hop nation We Audi the mic, y'all
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