twista- mista tongue twista half of verse 1 fast

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