Funky Flowdown Part 2

[Verse 1: Chunk]

I'm feel no remorse for this point I've come across

For the wick wack rap that I toss, and then I floss

Devil cross, 'cause you're soft and you're lost

And even once have I claim to the lyrical boss

I'm only speakin' true facts, not fiction, just listen

There's so many cracka MCs in the system

I chew them into so many fragments, call me trap jaw

A-K-A, compound the gifted outlaw

The Raw Flow Crew is So Busy and Gangsta G

The Raw Flow Crew is me, Compound C

The Raw Flow Crew, a young mack named Crack Grim Reaper Money D

And MC Coners with the pack, that flow so dope and set trans nationwide

All busters on the tip blast off and ain't glad at this point

I'm only forced to rip it up like a cyclone

'Cause you got booed the first second you cut the mic on

It's your fantasy, I'm not your host Mr. Ro

But pay attention while the West shifts gear to New York

It's not a diss 'cause you got raw flow from the East

But still some of ya'll peace and have the mark of the savage beast

Feel for the emptiness lyricist

Who chose to spend on the hoes and ain't tryna hear this?

But tell me what more can I say? I'm only real

I'm speaking on how we livin' and brothers get killed

Don't say you live long when the past, I got proof ping

Girls that you gear over your head, no roof

Not tryin' to knock you out the box but doin' what I got to do

When I say stop, you better stop or i'mma stop you

And let me announce the raw service announcement

The compilation style for compound is the flowdown

[Verse 2: So Busy]

Well I'm back, yeah you want me to kick

Some more lethal literature that these suckers can't deal

With unfadable, when I shoot a rhyme through a cordless

Product of the streets getting mind regardless

Mackin' females without getting all soft

I'm putting my foot down showing them all who's boss

More classic than a Chevy dropping hella heavy

Willing to rock the mic to new heights if you let me

I feel like a lighter when I spark the show

Even the crowd that Apollo would applaud my flow

Because I'm on to something major and you can't deny me

My crew comes through we're all true so don't try me

Never dancing on the set I just stomp the stage

And rhymes get doper as I flip the page

Blue cheese? Please that's made for rats

And for you weak MC's kicking senseless raps

So Busy an EPA player just flowin'

Tripping off the true bus smoke that I'm blowin'

More city than Atlantic, sucker butts panic

I snatch a girl with poetry but brothers can't stand it

And still you try to say I'm not the one to flow

You don't believe me, take a look in your closest record store

Hitting hard like Tyson but Mike's in jail

You got a hard sound but homie I can't tell

Change your style, slow your pace a bit

Get rid of them singers you might be on hit

And while you riding on the jock, I ride brand new folks

And while you're singin' to your girl, I bust brand new hoes

We say Rogue you say do we say two stoes

We dress like gangsters y'all dress like bozos

Ya'll kick fiction we kick facts and that's real see

I flip manstyles but still some don't feel me

The crew call Raw is putting rappers to rest

More intouchable, than Detective Elliot Nest

So the funky flowdown is my chance to say

That I'm one of the many players flowing off the Bay

And if you wasn't before I'm pretty sure that you know now

Show gets ripped on the funky flowdown