What's happenin, This is Tyrone Chillinfoot down with the funky Tung Twista, [number] of straight stupid, straight ignorant dope stuff for ya, baby So turn up your and get down to the Tung Twista it, gee
Let the Cavalier Tung kiss ya, the Mista Tung Twista Pumpin a rhythm, a styler My tongue'll be flingin a funky of Lyrical that's breakin em off in the mind, I be flowin em holy, I'm Kickin the Islam, my lyricals slippin em like petroleum, I'm Pumpin the of the lyric, I'm breakin em off with the texture I'm one brother you could never get ta Flex your style, I'm gonna give em a lyrical pump of the of Cav And crackin em up with the of the wise I be em up in the flow of the funky dialect I a flow for suckers that try a wreck I the light of a head and be wakin em up and then cause a fly I insist ya lay with the path of my and follow me like a Flowin this my lung, a tongue twister Mista, my style'll be a dent and be leavin the tracks bent Steppin is the lyrical black gent, my accent Breakin em up and then em take in the smell of my funk I be up in em And then I'ma give em a lick of my lollypop, I'm gonna 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 Cocoa This lyric I'm is dope, don't call it so-so Don't dis the Tung Leavin the soft as a whisper, Tung kiss ya like a sister Then I'ma let it be known that the way that I throw That's makin the funk of the lyrical And how I tell it, yo Cav is a funkedelic flow, and oh, my at the rhythm of suckers, then I'm gonna give em a Tung It's the Mista Twista
Boy, that's Twista for ya at ya in 3d ?? than that, boy it out Kick it
My tongue is I follow with Allah and the be stoppin the Cavalier from The rhythm beginning 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 at the lyrical dictator, a state of Shock is what I put a sucker into, to mentally Go the smell I be stylin, gee, funky is what the scent'll be this? Uh-uh, the Cavalier's kickin my charm in this Simply because I'm in this, I'm as as a pharmacist Calmin Hype as a rattle be shakin and rippin the rhythm And breakin up into a sweat, I be workin the lyrical a So never come 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 like to me The funk of the lyric will from me like peepee You caught a work of my tongue as I be flow flowin like Crackin em up with a flow and sort of I oughta ?? I'm Nubian nations, race and chasin My tongue your tastin, a quick and facin lyrical wastin Tungs'll be cut like Jason, Tung Twista rocks, your lip'll My tongue'll be makin a tick tick or tick tock to hip-hop Flip-flopped, a flow I wrote this Kickin and makin some hocus pocus, Tongue will be flippin just like I'ma locus Givin a for Twisterosis Crackin a mouth and them makin em I'ma put em up into a You're sniffin dope I'm I'm able to break up a sucker you might send in The of the lyrical rhythm beginnin Spinnin the suckers like a dollar Be em holler kickin the funk of a lyrical scholar I to Allah, I'm makin this funky like I'm a hobo Throw better than bolo, ya thinkin that he can my solo say oh no cause that's a no-no When I be smellin the of my flow, jo I'm pumpin this up and breakin this in with a lyrical, say Take titles, then say I'm rippin a rap and then rockin a and ring in my tongue bend em And flow with a lyric it's steppin em And get with the I be pumpin up in em this and it's the Yeah - Twista
Boy, if that ain't bad, my name Lewis Tyrone Chillinfoot, But we finna get the ?? Go head, kid
The Boogieman was speaking, he said, up Mista Twista Don't you know that Nubians ain't supposed to whisper Talkin behind my back is makin it seem like a rumor So tell me fact to face when you can decide to to Juma Don't say name backwards because you don't like Cav Played to the left by def and I'm gonna eff up the right The sucker descendant of Canaan, I'ma let my pizzazz I'm this to the devil that calls his self an Aztec You ain't a Puerto-Rican, know what I'm speakin, you're You might as well open the doors of a church and become a Don't step to me, the pep to me about what your rep'll be Crept to me because I let see that you had leprosy Them suckers that be dissin me I simply insist ya Stop steppin against the Tung Twista
Now that was bad, But if you that was somethin Wait till you the album I like to a shout to my son [Name] And ?? to the Wiz Of course Cavalier, his album My man And the DJ Cut And the whole entire nation We 5000 Take the mic,
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