Go With the Flow

Yeah, here we go, just go with the flow

Yeah, here we go, just go with the flow

Yeah, here we go, just go with the flow

Yo, I'd like to check this microphone before I start right quick

Yeah, here we go, just go with the flow

Microphone check two, two, one-two, one-two

Big up all the Monsta Island massive

And beware before I triple dare you like the last kid

Who ask me what we don't got that you got, son

For one, flow, that's elementary, my dear Watson

Secondly, ever since I was little

Not so much to riddle, least rhyme to the syllable

Keep tracks that make a Arab thief clap

With no hands, I chop these drums off, truly yours, G. Rap

Actual fact, relax

In this land of lyrical loss, black, I'm not the cool Sleestak

The one who might stop and talk to you

Poison to few, **** who be bitin' styles I'm like pork to

Ooh, what you got to lose? Let mud fly

When I got blues, I chew whole crews that's Bud Dry

So I ask why the style's from the cess

Shit be fuckin' with my eye as I pull it to the chest

The super muthafuckin' villain, grip the mic with an iron hand

Throwin' emcees to the fire from out the fryin' pan

It ain't no use in tryin', man, son, stop cryin'

Frontin' like you death-defyin', you need to stop lyin'

Speak your piece only once you're spoken to first

Now lemme hear your verse while I'm chokin' you

With well-refined rhymes like a editor

Throw them to my collection of skulls and spines like Predator

Fuck around, the only **** who could hear the same sound (Who?)

Was Jet Jaguar and James Brown

Yeah, yeah, only them two ****?

And I'm glad I took the time to write their names down to big 'em up

True, true

I'd like to say hi, it's Sci.Fly the odd Merlin

That's quick to whip up a script like Rod Sterling

Who eye on bad bitch who used to whip the Sterling

Who see God tore but never see God hurlin'

My man Grimm had his little monkey like Space Ghost

Me, myself, I got flavors that out-taste most

With numb gums, some rhymers is lactose

Back to you MF DOOM, you late show host

S to the U to the P-E-R-uh

Who chronicle these times in a 3D horror

Thriller porno co-starrer in a realer drama

Who break bread with stingy kin-men, Indian borrower

Lone gunmen who candidly flip fly floes

Single-handedly with one eye closed

In a fly pose, no shirt Alayé

May see me stack the quarter-mill' cash pay

That's that inner smash way, how he did it (Inner smash)

Muthafucka probably couldn't peep it past a minute (It's the)

Exquisite scripts, that quick shit

Go with the flow, that's how we do it though

Metal Face DOOM

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