Heeeeey
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What's happenin, y'all?
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This is Tyrone Chillinfoot down with the funky Tung Twista, baby
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[number] inches of straight stupid, straight ignorant
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dope funky stuff for ya, baby
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So turn up your radio and get down to the Tung Twista Kick it, gee
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Let the Cavalier Tung kiss ya, it's the Mista Tung Twista
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Pumpin a rhythm, a lyrical styler
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My tongue'll be flingin a funky pile of
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Lyrical rhymes that's breakin em off in the mind, I be flowin em holy, I'm
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Kickin the funky Islam, my lyricals slippin em like petroleum, slowly I'm
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Pumpin the flow of the lyric, I'm breakin em off with the radical texture
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I'm one brother you could never get next ta
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Flex your style, I'm gonna give em a lyrical pump of the rhythm of Cav
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And crackin em up with the word of the wise
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I be bringin em up in the flow of the funky dialect
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I elect a flow for suckers that try a wreck
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I spark the light of a head and be wakin em up and then cause a fly effect
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I insist ya lay with the path of my rhythm and follow me like a scripture
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Flowin this from my lung, a tongue twister
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Mista, my style'll be makin a dent and be leavin the tracks bent
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Steppin is the lyrical black gent, my Nubian accent
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Breakin em up and then makin em take in the smell of my funk I be kickin up in em
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And then I'ma give em a lick of my lyrical lollypop, I'm gonna bring em into my doctrine
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Rock, then the rhythm'll makin the clock spin blackwards
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The funk of the rhythm'll snap, crackle and pop, then flow, oh
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I'm makin em follow the path of a God and my track'll be blacker than Cocoa
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This lyric I'm makin is dope, don't call it so-so
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Don't dis the Tung Twista
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Leavin the suckers soft as a whisper, Tung kiss ya like a sister
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Then I'ma let it be known that it's the way that I throw
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That's makin the funk of the lyrical glow
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And how I tell it, yo Cav is kickin a funkedelic flow, and oh, my fist'll
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Swing at the rhythm of suckers, then I'm gonna give em a Tung blister
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It's the Mista Tung Twista
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Ha-ha-heeey
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Boy, that's Tung Twista for ya
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Comin at ya in 3d
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Ha-ha-ha
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?? funkier than that, boy
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Check it out
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Kick it again
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My tongue is spinnin
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I follow with Allah and the Father be stoppin the Cavalier from sinnin
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The lyrical rhythm beginning and then in the endin
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I ratatattat tactics, give em black kicks
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Flow of the lyric I'm pumpin and rappin em up is dope as a crack fix
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Wack? It's - funky, I'm greater
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Never to step at the lyrical dictator, a state of
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Shock is what I put a sucker into, then to mentally
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Go with the smell I be stylin, gee, funky is what the scent'll be
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Harmin this? Uh-uh, the Cavalier's kickin my charm in this
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Simply because I'm in this, I'm as dope as a pharmacist
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Calmin this? Hype as a rattle be shakin and rippin the rhythm
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And breakin up into a sweat, I be workin the lyrical servin a sucker
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So never come near a, lyricist Cavalier - ah
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Rock the flow of the lyrical rhythm be shinin like a mirror
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Hear a sucker step at the Twist, ya gotta be goin like this to beat me
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The funk of the lyric will flow from me like peepee
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You caught a work of my tongue as I be flow flowin like water
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Crackin em up with a flow and sort of slaughter I oughta
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?? I'm bracin Nubian nations, race and chasin
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My tongue your tastin, a quick pace and facin lyrical wastin
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Tungs'll be cut like Jason, racin
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Tung Twista rocks, your lip'll lock
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My tongue'll be makin a tick tick or tick tock to Nubian hip-hop
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Flip-flopped, a flow when I wrote this
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Kickin and makin some hocus pocus, focus
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Tongue will be flippin just like this I'ma locus
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Givin a diagnosis for Twisterosis
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Crackin a mouth and them makin em ache I'ma put em up into a coma
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You're sniffin dope aroma I'm blendin
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I'm able to break up a sucker that you might send in
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The funk of the lyrical rhythm beginnin
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Spinnin the suckers around like a dollar
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Be makin em holler kickin the funk of a lyrical scholar
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I pray to Allah, I'm makin this funky like I'm a hobo
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Throw better than bolo, ya thinkin that he can battle my solo
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Just say oh no cause that's a no-no
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When I be smellin the funk of my flow, jo
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I'm pumpin this up and breakin this in with a lyrical, then say haha
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Take titles, then say ta-ta
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I'm rippin a rap and then rockin a rhythm and ring in my tongue
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I'ma bend em
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And flow with a lyric it's steppin inside em
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And get with the funk I be pumpin up in em
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With this and it's the
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Yeah- Tung Twista
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Oooooweee
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Haa-haa
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Boy, if that ain't bad, my name ain't Lewis Tyrone Chillinfoot, baby
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Haa-haa
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But we finna get the Boogieman ??
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Go head, kid
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The Boogieman was speaking, he said, what's up Mista Twista
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Don't you know that Nubians ain't never supposed to whisper
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Talkin behind my back is makin it seem like it's a rumor
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So tell me fact to face when you can decide to come to Juma
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Don't say your name backwards because you don't like Cav
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Played to the left by def and I'm gonna eff up the right half
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The sucker descendant of Canaan, I'ma let my pizzazz wreck
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I'm speakin this to the devil that calls his self an Aztec
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You ain't a Puerto-Rican, know what I'm speakin, Islam you're seekin
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You might as well op en the doors of a church and become a deacon
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Don't step to me, speakin the pep to me about what your rep'll be
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Crept to me because I let them see that you had leprosy
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Them suckers that be dissin me I simply just insist ya
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Stop steppin against the Mista Tung Twista
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He-heeey
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Now that was bad, baby
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But if you think that was somethin
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Wait till you hear the album
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He-he-hey
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I like to give a shout to my son [Name]
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And ?? to Eric the Wiz
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Cavalier
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Of course Cavalier, it's his album [Name]
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My man [Name]
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Kooley And the DJ Cut
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And the whole entire hip-hop nation
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We Audi 5000
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Take the mic, y'all
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Ha-haa
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Do the robotic robot
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Mista Tung Twista
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