Mista Tung Twista

[Intro: Twista]

Watch the lyrical flow

Oh! This dope rhythm I throw

Be pump pump pumping 'em up

And I'm ready be bringing 'em up at the height

With this funky tempo I throw, I know

Gotta be stopping the dope hypeness

Stop anyone then I'm bend 'em my lyrical rhythm

I throw with the tongue

Believe it that I'm hung among

The style I be throwin'

Is takin' em out of the sucker, deliver the lyrical-ism

And scopin' 'em up into a prison

And givin' a lyrical foe that’ll fizz 'em

I tackle a rhythm and break it up, only my lyric was left

My tongue twista is deaf

First let me take a deep breath

Flowing the lyrical magic

I'm out to be marvelous

Screamin' and breakin' 'em up

And then makin' 'em breaking the sweat

I be makin' 'em jump and then sit up

And live with this style I be kickin', I'm pumpin' the rhythm

And rocking the palm of the lyrics up under the side

I'm making 'em like I'm a fool

'Cause rhythm I'm bringing into the mic

I'm only give 'em a concept

[Intro: Tyrone Chilifoot]

Hey

What's happenin', y'all?

This is Tyrone Chilifoot down with the funky Tung Twista, baby

Three minutes of straight stupid

Straight ignant dope funky stuff for ya, baby

So turn up your radio and get down to the Tung Twista

Kick it gee

[Verse 1: Tung Twista]

Let the Cavalier Tung kiss ya, it's the Mista Tung Twista

Pumpin' a rhythm, a lyrical styler

My tongue'll be flingin' a funky pile of

Lyrical rhymes that's breakin' 'em off in the mind

I be flowin' 'em, holy I'm

Kickin' the funk of Islam

My lyricals slippin' 'em like petroleum, slowly I'm

Pumpin' the flow of the lyric

I'm breakin' 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 crackin' 'em up with the word of the wise

I be bringin' 'em up in the flow of the funky dialect

I elect a flow for suckers to try and wreck

I spark the light over a head and be wakin' 'em up

And then cause a fly effect

I insist ya, lay with the path of my rhythm

And follow me like a scripture

Flowin' this from my lung, a tongue twister

Mista, my style'll be makin' a dent and be leavin' the tracks bent

Steppin' is the lyrical black gent, my Nubian accent

Breakin' 'em up and then makin' 'em take in the smell of my funk

I be kickin' up in 'em and then I'ma give 'em a lick of my

Lyrical lollipop, I'm gonna bring 'em up into my doctrine

Rock then the rhythm'll makin' the clock spin blackwards

The funk of the rhythm'll snap, crackle and pop, then flow, oh

I'm makin' 'em follow the path of a God

And my track'll be blacker than Cocoa

This lyric I'm makin' is dope, don't call it so-so

Don't diss the Tung Twista

Leavin' the suckers soft as a whisper, Tung kiss ya like a sister

Then I'ma let it be known that it's the way that I throw

That's makin' the funk of the lyrical glow

And how I tell it, yo, Cav is kickin' a funkedelic flow

And oh, my fist'll swing at the rhythm of suckers

Then I'm gonna give 'em a tongue blister

It's the Mista Tung Twista

[Interlude: Tyrone Chilifoot]

Ha-ha-heeey

Boy, that's Tung Twista for ya

Comin' at ya in 3D

Ha-ha

We're going to get down funkier than that, boy

Check it out

Kick it again

[Verse 2: Tung Twista]

My tongue is spinnin'

I follow with Allah

And the Father be stoppin' the Cavalier from sinnin'

The lyrical rhythm beginnin' and then in the endin'

I ratatattat tactics, givin' 'em black kicks

Flow of the lyric I'm pumpin' and rappin' '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 stylin', gee, funky is what the scent'll be

Harmin' this? Uh-uh, the Cavalier's kickin' my charm in this

Simply because I'm in this, I'm as dope as a pharmacist

Calmin' this? Hype as a rattle be shakin' and rippin' the rhythm

And breakin' up into a sweat, I be workin' the lyrical servin' a sucker

So never come near a lyricist Cavalier

I rock the flow of the lyrical talk'll be shinin' like a mirror

Hear a sucker step at the Twista

Gotta be goin' 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 flowin' like water

Crackin' 'em up with a flow of the sort of slaughter, I oughta

To be embracin' Nubian nation, race you

Takin' my tongue you're tastin' a quick pace

And facin' lyrical wastin', Tung'll be cut like Jason, racin'

Tung Twista rock, your lip'll lock

My tongue'll be makin' a tick tick or tick tock to Nubian hip-hop

Flip-flopped a flow when I wrote this

Kickin' and makin' some hocus pocus, focus

Tongue'll be flippin' just like I'm a locus

Givin' a diagnosis for Twisterosis

Crackin' a mouth and them makin' 'em ache

I'ma put 'em up into a coma

You're sniffin' a dope aroma

I'm blendin'

I'm able to break up a sucker that you might send in

The funk of the lyrical rhythm beginnin'

Spinnin' the suckers around like a dollar

Be makin' 'em holler, kickin' the funk of a lyrical scholar

I pray to Allah, I'm makin' this funky like I'm a hobo

Throw better than bolo, ya thinkin' that he can battle my solo

I just say oh no 'cause that's a no-no

When I be smellin' the funk of my flow, jo

I'm pumpin' this up and then breakin' this in with a lyrical

Then say haha, take titles, then say ta-ta

I'm rippin' and rock 'em then rockin' a rhythm

And ringin' my tongue and I'm bendin' my flow

With a lyric it's steppin' inside 'em

And get with the funk I be pumpin' up in 'em with this and it's the

Yeah - Tung Twista

[Interlude: Tyrone Chilifoot]

Oooooweee

Haa-haa

Boy, if that ain't bad my name ain't Lewis Tyrone Chilifoot, baby

Haa-haa

But we finna [?] the Boogieman Aztec

Go head, get 'em

[Verse 3: Tung Twista]

The Boogieman was speaking, he said: what's up, Mista Twista?

Don't you know that Nubians ain't never supposed to whisper?

Talkin' behind my back is makin' 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 f-up the right half

The sucker descendant of Canaan, I'ma let my pizzazz wreck

I'm speakin' this to the devil that calls his self an Aztec

You ain't a Puerto-Rican, know what I'm speakin'

Islam you're seekin'

You might as well open the doors of a church and become a deacon

Don't 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 leprosy

Them suckers that be dissin' me I simply just insist ya

Stop steppin' against the Mista Tung Twista

[Outro: Tyrone Chilifoot]

He-heeey

Now that was bad, baby

But if you think that was somethin'

Wait 'till you hear the album

He-he-hey

I like to give a shout to my son, Tyler Witfoot

And get out to Eric the Wiz

Cavalier, of course Cavalier, it's his album

Ha-ha, Kristina Beat

My man, I'ma tell 'ya

Kooley

And the DJ Cut

And the whole entire hip-hop nation

We Audi 5000

Take the mic, y'all

Ha-haa

Do the robotic robot