Mista Tung Twista

Heeeeey

What's happenin, y'all?

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

[number] inches of straight stupid, straight ignorant dope funky stuff for ya, baby

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

Kick it, gee

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 funky 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 that try a wreck

I spark the light of 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 lollypop, I'm gonna bring em 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 dis the Tung Twista

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

Then I'ma let i