What's happenin, This is Tyrone Chillinfoot down with the Tung Twista, baby [number] of straight stupid, straight ignorant dope funky for ya, baby So turn up your and get down to the Tung Twista it, gee
Let the Cavalier Tung kiss ya, it's the Mista Twista a rhythm, a lyrical styler My tongue'll be flingin a funky 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, I'm Pumpin the flow of the lyric, I'm breakin em off the texture I'm one brother you could get next ta Flex your style, I'm gonna give em a lyrical pump of the of Cav And crackin em up with the word of the I be bringin em up in the flow of the funky I elect a flow for suckers that try a 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 from my lung, a tongue Mista, my be makin a dent and be leavin the tracks bent is the lyrical black gent, my Nubian accent Breakin em up and then makin em take in the smell of my I be up in em And then I'ma em a lick of my lyrical lollypop, I'm gonna bring em into my Rock, then the rhythm'll makin the spin blackwards The funk of the snap, crackle and pop, then flow, oh I'm em follow the path of a God and my track'll be blacker than This lyric I'm makin is dope, don't it so-so Don't dis the Twista Leavin the soft as a whisper, Tung kiss ya like a sister Then I'ma let it be known that it's the way that I That's the funk of the lyrical glow 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 Tung Twista
Boy, that's Twista for ya at ya in 3d ?? funkier that, boy it out Kick it
My tongue is I follow Allah and the Father be stoppin the Cavalier from The lyrical rhythm and then in the endin I ratatattat tactics, em black kicks of the lyric I'm pumpin and rappin em up is dope as a crack fix Wack? - funky, I'm greater Never to step at the dictator, a state of is what I put a sucker into, then to mentally 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 because I'm in this, I'm as dope as a pharmacist Calmin this? as a rattle be shakin and rippin the rhythm And breakin up into a sweat, I be the lyrical servin a So come near a, lyricist Cavalier - ah the flow of the lyrical rhythm be shinin like a mirror Hear a sucker step at the Twist, ya gotta be goin like to me The funk of the will 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 sort of I oughta ?? I'm bracin nations, race and chasin My tongue tastin, a quick pace and facin lyrical wastin Tungs'll be cut Jason, racin Tung Twista rocks, your lock My tongue'll be makin a tick tick or tick tock to Nubian Flip-flopped, a flow when I this Kickin and makin some hocus pocus, Tongue be flippin just like this I'ma locus a diagnosis 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 that you might send in The funk of the lyrical beginnin Spinnin the suckers around a dollar Be makin em kickin the funk of a lyrical scholar 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 the funk of my flow, jo I'm this up and breakin this in with a lyrical, then say Take titles, say ta-ta I'm rippin a rap and then a rhythm and ring in my tongue I'ma em And flow with a lyric it's inside em And get with the I be pumpin up in em With and it's the Yeah - Tung
Boy, if that bad, my name ain't Lewis Tyrone Chillinfoot, But we finna get the ?? Go head, kid
The was speaking, he said, what's up Mista Twista Don't you that Nubians ain't never supposed to whisper Talkin my back is makin it seem like it's a rumor So tell me to face when you can decide to come to Juma Don't say your backwards because you don't like Cav Played to the by def and I'm gonna eff up the right half The sucker of Canaan, I'ma let my pizzazz wreck I'm speakin this to the devil that his self an Aztec You ain't a Puerto-Rican, what I'm speakin, Islam you're You might as well open the doors of a church and a deacon step to me, speakin the pep to me about what your rep'll be Crept to me because I let see that you had leprosy suckers that be dissin me I simply just insist ya Stop steppin against the 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 whole entire nation We Audi Take the mic,
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