Flute Flow Freestyle

[Intro: Kanye West]

Uh, uh, uh-uh, uh

Yo Mitchell, you ready?

It's recording?

[Verse: Kanye West]

Well if it's recording, I'm bringing the flutes, flutes

And I'm looking for some girls thats cute, cute

Then I hook up all the hip hop lutes, lutes

Now check it out, this how we do

Yo Plain Pat, I think you gotta turn it down, down

While I break it down, down

Where I'm from, Chi-erere town, town

And Ivan know what's going down

With the cameras on, I gotta get my stamina on

That's the reason why every phone while his diamonds be glowing

Showin' everything I got, from the top of the dome

Kanye to the 'bout to bring this all the all thе way home

Oh Clear Channel, can you handlе, handle rip hop vandal

Gotta rip it up and wax the sage like a candle

"That's some wack shit" Vanilla Ice said

But I'm twice as nice as this

Ayo, from the days of Isis

The Egyptians and Ethiopian scriptures

Ayo, check out the way that I rip this

You're hearing this [?] flow straight from the heart of the pyramids

Flow is serious, bring it back, oh

Yo, this my part where I gotta bring something that's straight from the heart

And go straight for the charts, with a dart

Heat seeking missiles, ayo, break it down to the gristles

Take 'em now, fake 'em now, everybody faking on

Ayo, you must have thought this was Jamaican song

The way they wanna rewind, rewind selector

And you can't say my lyrics don't really affect you

Uh, protect your neck if you got that chain because

Niggas is creepin' and they got that thang

And won't hesitate to bang, 'cause they like to slang gang

In the streets and the slums, and you know where we from

Chi-town, southside, southside, southside

If you step outside, outside

Let go, let go, my echo, echo, I added myself

Ayo, I made a mil' myself, I'm still myself

Keep it real, nah, not just for my health, for the fans

See we got a real plan to bring that hip hop shit back

With hip hop real tracks

Come on, throw your hands up if y'all niggas feel that, uh

This my favorite, favorite part, part

I gotta spit something that's straight from the heart, heart

And definitely, definitely go to the charts

With a dart, heat seeking missile, missile

Ayo, you didn't think I'd remember that

Back in September, wack rappers' always tryna act like they was

Better than, they funny like Letterman, oh, later

That's the reason I call them haters

Uh, Chi-town, the home of the pimps and gators, ayo

You gotta keep it up for the nigga that flow off the top of the dome, dome

Throw your hands up if you got it going on

If you watching this at home on your computer screen

Y'know what I mean, yeah, I like to do the same things

But, you know, instead of watching these videos

I like to watch pornos, I'm looking at your hoes, your hoes

Uh oh, uh oh, did he take that shit too far?

He's a real rap star

Nobody said I could do it, I did it, I flow like fluid, I get it, I got it, y'all mad at

I'm the shit, yeah

[Outro: Kanye West]

Uh oh, uh oh, uh

And Kanye to the in the how-house

John Dot Com in the house, uh

Clear Channel in the house, yeah

And Strips in the how-how-how

My man Mitchell in the how-how-house

And we 'bout to break it down, down, uh

How it go right now, holla, holla

The Roc is in the building, uh

G.O.O.D. Music's in the building

Throw your hands up if you feel 'em

Any MC step up, I kill 'em, kill 'em, yeah

Lyrically I, I, I'm straight from the Chi, uh

That's all I got, I'll stop the beat right here

Let me go, go for the beat a little bit

Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, yeah, yeah

Let's break it down