Flow On (New Symphony)

Lyrics for Flow On (New Symphony)

I grab the microphone and rock it, collect my dough and then I split I'm too quick with my lips, come and jump up on the tip Okay, okay, now stop, it was fun while it lasted Now back up little man, or get that ass blasted You talk about a battle, pssh, you big jackass Why don't you just wear sinuses, kick my black ass You call yourself an MC, come on, you must be kiddin' (Yo, he tried to grab the mic) Ha-ha, no, he didn't I'm nice, I'm known to get smooth like green velvet They ask me what's so funky, I say damn, I can't help it MC's try to step to me, but they're not legit You think you're flowin' like the Funky Man? Shit Flow, flow, on and on and on and Flow, flow, on and on and on and Flow, flow, on and on and on and Flow, flow, on and on and on and Back off, punk, the vibes'll almost put fear in you niggas I execute the astonishing with my rap trigger 'Cause I left bodies back in Texas like in a cemetery And I'm ready to rip up shit like out of the ordinary Like fuckin' it up, now man, it's daily on the wonderful scene No, fuck that shit, I'm from the South, and from my rope you'll swing So start believin' what they rappin' on the record, yo They be like talkin' that mad shit when no one'll check it, so I stay away when I can, I mean like fuck that shit If I don't like you, yo, I'll walk up to you and tell you, bitch See, that's the way that cowboys do, so act like you know So call the traffic control to know which way to go I fly that fuckin' head off like Continental And mastered math, boom-bam like an Oriental I made you into such a fuckin' ass, you caught the vapors And now when you take a shit, you wipe your mouth with toilet paper Flow, flow, on and on and on and Flow, flow, on and on and on and Flow, flow, on and on and on and Flow, flow, on and on and on and Straight from the realm of my underground madness My mouth is on some shit, now my lips need chapstick With intros and intros only done by Lord Tug Excuse me, you don't know us, but the Lord's a fuckin' bug Even if there's no church on Sunday Praise the Lord every day, not one day Amen, amen, go 'head and get to it (Praise the Lord) Yeah, you know how to do it I got the skills that's packed in piles and stacks And if you're wonderin', they're labeled rough raps I give it up, or should I say I gave it? So don't try to play me, 'cause I'm not the one to play with I hit the skins in all types of fashion Treat it like a sport and call the sport ass-crashin' And hung the mic with the cord that had a short And ripped it down with my mad train of thought I'm overflown with skills, props, and P's So when you hear that I rap, go on, do it all, please Kick it, you're such a bad bro If the Lords can't flow (What?), your mother can't flow Flow, flow, on and on and on and Flow, flow, on and on and on and Flow, flow, on and on and on and Flow, flow, on and on and on and Flow, flow, on and on and on and Flow, flow, on and on and on and Flow, flow, on and on and on and Flow, flow, on and on and on and Hey ma, hey man, can I get an amen? Refract and bend, flip, trip like I was in gym I got the feeling I'm ready to storm shit up Warm it up, 'cause the form is blowin' up Take you, take you, take you to a new type atmosphere Don't even worry, 'cause you're almost there, dear Let your right brain focus on the beat And your left pick up the vocals on a different type frequency Now you're ready for the test, now here we go Don't get nervous, 'cause it's easy, for real though I do my part as I rip, shop, and combine For those who want work, I get up in you like a tampon I know you like to hear that rated R rough shit So I came equipped with the rhymes that don't slip They keep comin' and comin' just like an orgasm I feel gratification, station, when I'm grabbin' A microphone, check one, check the two, the three Check the S-A-H-dash and check the B You probably thought a female couldn't flow as hard as this Did I show and prove, or do you wanna hear this? As I get props, spank and rip shops Suckers get dropped, they can't fuck with the hip-hop And how about I go reggae on this part of the rhyme By my crutch, stop the romp, and then whine, whine, whine Now I'm back to my ill flow You think of steppin' to this? Shit, that's a no-no Flow, flow, on and on and on and Flow, flow, on and on and on and Flow, flow, on and on and on and Flow, flow, on and on and on and Flow, flow, flow Flow, flow, flow Flow, flow, on and on and on and Flow Flow, flow, on and on and on and Flow, flow, on and on and on and Flow, flow, on and on and on and Flow, flow, on and on and on and Flow, flow Flow, flow, on and on and on and