What's happenin, This is Tyrone Chillinfoot down with the Tung Twista, baby [number] inches of straight stupid, straight dope funky stuff for ya, baby So turn up your and get down to the Tung Twista it, gee
Let the Tung kiss ya, it's the Mista Tung Twista Pumpin a rhythm, a lyrical My tongue'll be a funky pile of Lyrical rhymes breakin em off in the mind, I be flowin em holy, I'm Kickin the funky Islam, my slippin em like petroleum, slowly I'm Pumpin the of the lyric, I'm breakin em off with the radical texture I'm one brother you could get next ta Flex your style, I'm gonna give em a pump of the rhythm of Cav And crackin em up with the word of the I be bringin em up in the of the funky dialect I elect a flow for suckers that try a I spark the 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 tracks Steppin is the lyrical black gent, my accent Breakin em up and then makin em take in the smell of my I be kickin up in em And then I'ma give em a lick of my lyrical lollypop, I'm bring em into my doctrine Rock, then the rhythm'll makin the clock spin The funk of the snap, crackle and pop, then flow, oh I'm makin em follow the path of a God and my track'll be blacker Cocoa lyric I'm makin is dope, don't call it so-so Don't dis the Twista the suckers soft as a whisper, Tung kiss ya like a sister Then let it be known that it's the way that I throw That's makin the funk of the lyrical And how I tell it, yo Cav is kickin a funkedelic flow, and oh, my Swing at the rhythm of suckers, then I'm gonna 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 tongue is I follow with Allah and the Father be stoppin the Cavalier sinnin The lyrical rhythm beginning and then in the I tactics, give em black kicks Flow of the I'm pumpin and rappin 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 I put a sucker into, then to mentally Go with the smell I be stylin, gee, funky is what the be this? Uh-uh, the Cavalier's kickin my charm in this Simply because I'm in this, I'm as dope as a Calmin this? Hype as a rattle be and rippin the rhythm And breakin up into a sweat, I be the lyrical servin 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 like this to beat me The funk of the lyric will flow from me peepee You caught a work of my tongue as I be flow flowin like Crackin em up a flow and sort of slaughter I oughta ?? I'm bracin nations, race and chasin My tongue tastin, a quick pace and facin lyrical wastin be cut like Jason, racin Tung rocks, your lip'll lock My tongue'll be a tick tick or tick tock to Nubian hip-hop Flip-flopped, a flow I wrote this Kickin and some hocus pocus, focus Tongue will be flippin like this I'ma locus Givin a diagnosis for Crackin a mouth and makin em ache I'ma put em up into a coma You're dope aroma I'm I'm able to break up a sucker that you might in The funk of the rhythm beginnin the suckers around like a dollar Be makin em holler kickin the funk of a lyrical I pray to Allah, I'm makin this funky I'm a hobo Throw than bolo, ya thinkin that he can battle my solo Just say oh no cause a no-no When I be smellin the of my flow, jo I'm pumpin this up and breakin this in a lyrical, then say haha titles, then say ta-ta I'm rippin a rap and then rockin a rhythm and ring in my I'ma bend em And flow with a lyric it's steppin em And get with the funk I be up in em With this and the - Tung Twista
Boy, if that ain't bad, my name ain't Tyrone Chillinfoot, baby But we finna get the ?? Go head, kid
The Boogieman was speaking, he said, what's up Twista you know 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 face when you can to come to Juma Don't say your backwards because you don't like Cav Played to the left by def and I'm eff up the right half The sucker descendant of Canaan, let my pizzazz wreck I'm speakin to the devil that calls his self an Aztec You ain't a Puerto-Rican, what I'm speakin, Islam you're seekin You might as well open the doors of a church and a deacon Don't step to me, speakin the pep to me about what your be to me because I let them see that you had leprosy Them suckers that be me I simply just insist ya Stop against the Mista Tung Twista
Now was bad, baby But if you think that was Wait till you the album I like to give a shout to my son And ?? to the Wiz Of Cavalier, it's his album My man And the DJ Cut And the entire hip-hop nation We 5000 Take the mic,
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