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

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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
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Flow, flow, on and on and on and