Go With the Flow (Raw Rhymes)

[Intro]

Yeah, stop playing, stop being stupid and shit

"Yeah, here we go...just go with the flow"

"Yeah, here we go...just go with the flow"

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

I like to check this mic before I start

Yeah go ahead, check it, check it

Yeah yeah, it's good?

[Verse 1: MF DOOM]

First verse I'd like to say, big up all the Monsta Island massive

And beware before I triple dare you like the last kid

He ask me, "What we don't got that you got, son"

"For one, flow that's elementary, my dеar Watson

And secondly, ever sincе I was little

Not so much to riddle, but least rhyme to the syllable"

Keep tracks that make a Arab thief clap

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

Actual fact, relax, upin this land of lyrical loss, black

I'm not the cool sleet stack

The one who might stop and talk to you

Poison to you, niggas who be bitin' styles like pork too

Oooh, what you got to lose? Let mud fly

When I got the blues I chew whole crews that's bud dry (Why?)

So I ask why the style's from the cess

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

The Super motherfuckin' Villain grip the mic with an iron hand

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

It ain't no use in trying, man, son, stop crying

You frontin' like you death-defyin', need to stop lyin'

Speak your piece but only once you're spoken to first (Say your verse)

Now let me hear your verse while I'm chokin' you

With, well refined rhymes just like an editor

Throw them to my collections of skulls and spines like a Predator

Fuck around, the only niggas who could hear the same sound

(Is who?) Is Jet Jaguar and James Brown

[Break]

(Word, only them two niggas?)

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

(True, true)

[Verse 2: DOOM as Sci.Fly]

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 I are bad bitch who used to whip the Sterling

I'm seeing god tober, never see god Erlang

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

[Verse 3: MF DOOM]

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

I chronicle these times in a 3D horror

Thriller porno co-star or in a realer drama

Break bread with stingy kin-men, indian borrower

The lone gunmen, I candidly flip fly flows

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

You motherfuckers probably didn't know it past the minute, the good shit

[Outro]

Word (Just go with the flow)

Yeah, yo, I'd like to give a special shout-out

Raamers and L. Rockwell

Since depths of Hell, Pure Mathematics

Fold 'em stacks like crack-matics

[?] Supreme Love Allah, Prince Love Allah

[?] Master Sword

[?]

Peace

Ayo yo, yeah yo, it's MF

BS shout out MF Grimm, The Magician

God-U now

[?] GM, Kong

[?] city strong

Metal Face DOOM

Your Concurrence In The Above Is Assumed

Yo let that beat bop, man

(Yeah here we go, just with the flow)

(Yeah here we go, just with the flow)

(Yeah here we go, just with the flow)

(Yeah here we go, just with the flow)