Flow Lyrics

Pass me the microphone while I'm rapping this shit
up
Chopping it up them syllables while I'm wrecking
this beat up.
Scribbling up them rhymes on the record when I
bust
Bringing it back that lyrical, original Hip-Hop
Got that old school flow when I step up on the mic
Er'body bob their heads, they know they got that
vibe
The rhythm to the beat, delivery and rhymes
From the front to the back, man you know I got it
tight
Got the game on lock with no spare key
I'm married to the game, I'm an Emcee
Been doing this since I was fourteen
I've mastered my craft, I'm a Kenji
Yeah, Hip-Hop's been my step dad till my dad
passed. Still I get flashbacks, so I get to rap that.
Need to chase that fat cheque, I'm a crack-jack
when I step back and I think fast on some real facts
It all started with a simple rhyme and a flow
Listen to the beat and the metronome
It's all about the time on how you go.
1-2-3 and to the 4
Probably wouldn't last If I really couldn't rap
Man I'm really blessed, I acknowledge that
Just a pen and a pad and a microphone
The element of rap gave birth to my flow

Everytime I spit, go smooth like a lotion
On a track, run, run, locomotion
My skills go up like promotion
Got so many flows I connect like an ocean

These rappers keep me hungry like a kitchen smell Always keep, keep growing like a finger nail.
Can't never toss me down like a wishing well
Me and Rap go back like it's Chip and Dale
Uh, I'm a ghost in these beats, you cannot see me
come in. So many styles, so many flows so you get
when I spit. How many times have I killed, still I'm
laid back and chill. And I hail from the hills, there is
no Jack and Jill.
One time, Make noise for DJs in the house.
Two time, B-Boys for moving the crowd
Three time, graffiti arts up on the wall
And last but not least, Hip-Hop overall
It's a movement, revolution, coming true from the
roots and we choose what is good. We refuse to be
fooled. Yet diffuse to be used as a tool coz we bite
on the truth, stay as one like we glue. That is cool.
Rakim taught me how to B on the mic
Big L taught me how to flow
Marshall showed me what rap is like
Weezy taught me how to go.
I learned from the best, the best who ever did
You learned from the wacks, the ones who never
did
There's a two sides of every story like a coin flip
You still ain't shit, you ain't made it to the toilet

Everytime I spit, go smooth like a lotion
On a track, run, run, locomotion
My skills go up like promotion
Got so many flows I connect like an ocean

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