Текст Twista – Mista Tung Twista

Hey
What’s happening, y’all?
This is Tyrone Chilifoot down with the funky Tung Twista, baby
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Let the Cavalier Tung kiss ya, it’s the Mista Tung Twista
Pumping a rhythm, a lyrical styler
My tongue’ll be flinging a funky pile of
Lyrical rhymes that’s breaking ’em off in the mind, I be flowing ’em holy, I’m
Kicking the funk of Islam, my lyricals slipping ’em like petroleum, slowly I’m
Pumping the flow of the lyric, I’m breaking ’em off with the radical texture
I’m one brother you could never get next ta
Flex your style, I’m gonna give ’em a lyrical pump of the rhythm of Cav
And cracking ’em up with the word of the wise
I be bringing ’em up in the flow of the funky dialect
I elect a flow for suckers that try a wreck
I spark the light of a head and be waking ’em up and then cause a fly effect
I insist ya lay with the path of my rhythm and follow me like a scripture
Flowing this from my lung, a tongue twister
Mister, my style’ll be making a dent and be leaving the tracks bent
Stepping is the lyrical black gent, my Nubian accent
Breaking ’em up and then making ’em take in the smell of my funk I be kicking up in ’em
And then I’ma give ’em a lick of my lyrical lollipop, I’m ‘a bring ’em up into my doctrine
Rock, then the rhythm’ll making the clock spin blackwards
The funk of the rhythm’ll snap, crackle and pop, then flow, oh
I’m making ’em follow the path of a God and my track’ll be blacker than Cocoa
This lyric I’m making is dope, don’t call it so-so
Don’t diss the Tung Twista

Ha-ha-hey
Boy, that’s Tung Twista for ya
Coming at ya in 3-D
Ha-ha-ha
We’re gonna get down funkier than that, boy
Check it out
Kick it again

My tongue is spinning
I follow with Allah and the Father be stopping the Cavalier from sinning
The lyrical rhythm beginning and then in the ending
I ratatattat tactics, giving ’em black kicks
Flow of the lyric I’m pumping and rapping ’em up is dope as a crack fix
Wack? It’s funky, I’m greater
Never to step at the lyrical dictator, a state of
Shock is what I put a sucker into, then to mentally
Go with the smell I be styling, gee, funky is what the scent’ll be
Harming this? Uh-uh, the Cavalier’s kicking my charm in this
Simply because I’m in this, I’m as dope as a pharmacist
Calming this? Hype as a rattle be shaking and ripping the rhythm
And breaking up into a sweat, I be working the lyrical serving a sucker
So never come near a, lyricist Cavalier, ah
Rock the flow of the lyrical rhythm be shining like a mirror
Hear a sucker step at the Twist, ya gotta be going like this to beat me
The funk of the lyric’ll flow from me like peepee
You caught a work of my tongue as I be flowing like water
Cracking ’em up with a flow of the sort of slaughter I ought to
To be bracing Nubian nation, race and chasing
My tongue your tasting, a quick pace and facing lyrical wasting
Tung’ll be cut like Jason, racing
Tung Twista rock, your lip’ll lock
My tongue’ll be making a tick tick or tick tock to Nubian hip-hop
Flip-flopped, a flow when I wrote this
Kicking and making some hocus-pocus, focus
Tongue’ll be flipping just like this I’m a locus
Giving a diagnosis for Twisterosis
Cracking a mouth and them making ’em ache I’ma put ’em up into a coma
You’re sniffing a dope aroma
I’m blending
I’m able to break up a sucker that you might send in
The funk of the lyrical rhythm beginning
Spinning the suckers around like a dollar
Be making ’em holler kicking the funk of a lyrical scholar
I pray to Allah, I’m making this funky like I’m a hobo
Throw better than bolo, ya thinking that he can battle my solo
I just say, «Oh, no,» ’cause that’s a no-no
When I be smelling the funk of my flow, jo
I’m pumping this up and I’m breaking this in with a lyrical, then say ha ha
Take titles, then say ta-ta
I’m ripping a rap and then rocking a rhythm and ring in my tongue I’ma bend ’em
And flow with a lyric it’s stepping inside ’em
And get with the funk I be pumping up in ’em
With this and it’s the
Yeah, Tung Twista

Oooooweee
Ha-ha
Boy, if that ain’t bad, my name ain’t Lewis Tyrone Chilifoot, baby
Ha-ha
But we finna get the Boogieman ?
Go head, get ’em

The Boogieman was speaking, he said, what’s up Mista Twista
Don’t you know that Nubians ain’t never supposed to whisper
Talking behind my back is making it seem like it’s a rumor
So tell me face to face when you will decide to come to Juma
Don’t say your name backwards because you don’t like Cav
Played to the left by def and I’m gonna eff up the right half
The sucker descendant of Canaan, I’m ‘a let my pizzas wreck
I’m speaking this to the devil that calls his self an Aztec
You ain’t a Puerto-Rican, know what I’m speaking, Islam you’re seeking
You might as well open the doors of a church and become a deacon
Don’t step to me, speaking the pep to me about what your rep’ll be
Crept to me because I let them see that you had leprosy
Them suckers that be dissing me I simply just insist ya
Stop stepping against the Mista Tung Twista

He-hey
Now that was bad, baby
But if you think that was something
Wait ’til you hear the album
He-he-hey
I like to give a shout to my son ?
And get out to Eric the Wiz
Cavalier
Of course Cavalier, it’s his album
Recila Beeh ?
My man Raw Material
Kooley
And the DJ Cut
And the whole entire hip-hop nation
We Audi 5000
Take the mic, y’all
Ha-ha

Do the robotic robot