What's up, n*gga? Come on, step - unless you just a suckerįuckin' with Chi? Suicide mission, motherfucker Huh.another pussy wants to break me an' a Homosapienīeat 'em down and won't give a fuck what type of shape he in
You'll find Intoxicated Demons suckin' semen, here what I'm screamin'? Tung Twista saves most of the venom for Treach, but the Beatnuts and Del get some too:Īnd if I find ya dreamin' of dissin' and schemin' I do the shankin', Naughty kids always get a spankin'ĭamn. Say no.to Treachery, bet you be thinkin' you gankin' Spread blood like mayo - looks like a T.K.O. Two to a casket, heads in breadbaskets, dead when lead blastedīurn 'em like acid - fuck a "Ghetto Bastard"Ĭome with that "Hey-Ho", better stay low - end up with a halo Go at it with whoever, crew never cracks (pack gats)įuck your chains and locks, chainsaws, hachets, butter cutters and batsīraids and blades and machetes, petty shit you carryĬan't scare me, fairy - burn your obituary at the cemetary Here's a taste of what he's got for Naughty: This is one of the better diss records out there, as Tung Twista never strays from the attack on Naughty and the Beatnuts to speak in generalities. I wonder.I wonder why motherfuckers wanna die? Suicide, if you're fucking with the Chi (boo-ya!) The chorus on this joint becomes the centerpiece, and if you're from Chicago (or associate yourself with the city), raise your fist and chant along: Tung Twista always had amazing breath control, and a uniquely sharp voice. Included are the three tracks mentioned, and instrumentals to "Who U Talkin' 2" and "Man On". "Who U Talkin' 2" features a Richard Pryor vocal sample and a creaking, layered beat that only seems to fuel Tony's wandering style. To flip it up, rub it down, then give it a smack from the back "Man On" sets it off with a deep plodding bassline and ill guitar loop, and when Tony rhymes.īut still, the Skitzo flips ho's on a different tipĪnd trip the lights fantastic, plus I go through drastic measures My early favorite was "Molassis" the beat is both smooth and oddly discomforting. His delivery wanders, changes pace, seems to change who he's addressing (the listener or himself?). Unlike other "psychotic rap" offerings, there's nothing disingenuous about Tony's insanity. It perfectly compliments Tony Da Skitzo's style, which can predictably enough be labeled schizophrenic. The production on this 12" is an acquired taste, but if you acquire it, this record is like gold.
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