Twista

Twista - Runnin' Off At Da Mouth songtekst

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My lyrics are cunnin, vocabulary is stunnin, son of a gun, and 

I'm rankin at one, makin it fun and takin my gun, and

Loadin, explodin, causin harm, poppin and droppin a bomb

Breakin it down like Imaam, so be calm, cause see, I'm

The capable, no mistakable, makin the unbreakable breakable

Able to hook em like cable cause Sinister Def ain't stable

No deceivin and weavin a web, I be leavin a stain in your brain and bustin your vein

Pickin and kickin a style I be lickin and shakin and bakin and makin it rain

Simple and plain, I smoke em like hickory dickory dock, it's time to clock

So brothers I mop, the bigger they drop, so stop, Tung Twista, pop





Gotta be that it be lyrical hip-hop

Rockin a rhythm, I never stop-drop, I'm gonna give em a pop

Flowin this up and breakin the suckers up off of the mic and then rip it to shreds

I be kickin and makin the people come off in a rage

And my lyrical magic I'm makin and movin, I label this funky

Oh, this dope rhythm I throw be pump-pump-pumpin em up in the mind

And be bringin em up into hypeness

This funky tempo I throw, I know that I be slappin the dope hypeness up in em 

And then I'ma bend em a lyrical rhythm

I throw with the tongue, be leavin em hung among

This style I be throwin to tangle the mind of a sucker

Then label it lyricalism

And scopin em in a prism

And givin a lyrical flow that will fizz em

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

My Tung Twista is def first, let me take a deep breath

Flowin the lyrical magic of mine I be moppin and sweepin

And breakin em up and then makin em break in a sweat

I be makin em jump and then sit up and lift the style 

I be kickin and poppin the rhythm I'm rockin and pumpin

The lyrics I put up inside em be makin em rock

And a flow of the rhythm I'm bringin into the mic

I'm gonna give em a concept, never let a con step

To what I be givin the crowd that be makin em hype and then leavin a con swept

Breakin the suckers up into chunks, I be leavin em sinkin deeper than south

I'm gonna twist this up funky, T.T. be runnin off at the mouth

(Indeed)



Run off, run off, run off, run off at the mouth





Listen to the tongue twist, twistin is the Tung

Because of my trickery my tongue is slippery

This style is wild I brung

Terrible, tragical, mystical, magical, wreck in a second 

The ladies I'm checkin and trickin

You think that I'm sickenin, hoes be kickin when I stick it in

I got the enemy jumpin like Jimny like it was ten of me

Try to be friend of me, suckin my simile

If I'm ill, then give me the rememdy

I'm bakin like Daxon, waxin, givin em facts just like a lawyer

Cause Sinister Def be runnin off at the mouth like Latoya

B-b-buck em down, see, buck em down

B-b-buck em down, see, buck em down

B-b-buck em down, see, buck em down

B-b-buck em down, see, buck em down

Come again





Rhythms be comin, a radical phenomenon fillimeter

Be makin a magical matter be that I be 

Ratatattat a flow of my tongue energy, I

Crush them, them can't overcome the power to hum 

And breakin the minimum competator, gee

Miracle  metamorphosis is breakin em off in this

Lyrical matter becomin a rhythmous venomous pop quiz

I'm rockin this as of his and crackin em up with a plop fizz

Lyrical wiz, never a wanna-be, gonna be rippin em up into particles

Then I'ma come in the pitiful puppet's mind

Seekin a rhythm and you shall find

Me rockin the funk of the rhythm, me stamina crammin em up in a t line 

Be devine, me lyrical purrrrfection, a funky feline

Cappin a crowd with a mic and then makin em mangle

Pumpin a fist, they tangle

Lyrics so funky even Bo Jangles

Leavin angels, spinnin my tongue

And if you never come into cheer me, I say cheerio, hero

Me rhythm will float like a boat, let's see how he flow

My freedom of speech I'm a reach up against your lyrical flowin, a styler

Jammin and droppin a rhythm and poppin em up with the funk of a wilder

Holy sorcerer oughta come get with the funk of a slow solo

Bolo wanna throw but I show that a funky pro go, still wanna flow? Oh no

Slo-ow, oh-oh, I step when sendin men deeper than south

Lyrical Sinister Def And T.T., we be g runnin off at the mouth



Run off, run off, run off, run off at the mouth
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