Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grandfather Flow, artist - 9th Prince. Album song Revenge of the 9th Prince, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.04.2010
Record label: Wu
Song language: English
Grandfather Flow |
Aiyo, I terrorize Dawson’s Creek, the black sheep |
My thoughts is so deep, recite rhymes in my sleep |
Some call it sleep talking, I call it sleep flowing |
Glocks and AK’s, grenades and tech nines |
Hot lead from the rhyme, paralyze your spine |
Shine like divine, killing mankind |
Verbal intellect, yeah, you gotta rewind |
Like the hands of time, or get shot in your brain |
Bullets falling out your mind, the brown skinned Arabian Sandman |
Shine like the sun, my fans catch tans |
My CD’s contraband, yeah, multiple shots hit the Billboard |
Shatter your SoundScan, yeah, I see right through your schemes and plans |
It’s a wrap like smashing rubberbands |
Father in love, father in day |
Father, take the guns away |
Father and teacher, live the life |
For my people, in the sky |
Aiyo, niggas wanna murder Born Prince Allah |
But I drive around in bulletproof cars |
Armani suits, Gucci boots |
Walk with a bop, and whistle like a flute |
I blew like Caesar, money receiver |
No matter old school or new school skeezers |
Vocalubary leaking through the speakers |
Granddaddy Flow sneakers, rest in peace to Grym Reaper |
Verbal nine millimeter, assassinate through the media |
Pussy is sweet, but yeah ya’ll niggas is sweeter |
I slay comrades, they roam like nomads |
Raspberry blue Jag', bulletproof tinted glass |
In case snipers wanna snipe that ass |
Camouflage lime green fatigues |
Show my daughter how to bust a gun, at 13 |
I’m a Staten Island from the old school like Cold Chillin' |