Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flowin' Prose, artist - Beastie Boys.
Date of issue: 13.07.1998
Song language: English
Flowin' Prose |
I’m flowing prose to cons and cons to pros |
I’m scheming rhyme against reason like it was flow against know |
But beyond the concepts and emotions that rise |
To the interconnectedness that underlies |
The lies upon lies have lost their meaning |
The plies upon plies of consciousness that is being |
Over and over I fall I learned to walk from a crawl |
It’s not sad it’s just the way and the purpose of it all |
Now every word that you heard that I said that you felt |
Was put in place in the space as they were shuffled and dealt |
I steal feels from reels but I pay my respects |
Paying compliments and disses and deciphering affects |
Words are water as I court her, as she is pristine |
Words and mics fall to dust and all that’s left is the feelings |
I give in and I win I try to never complain |
Intentions venture to centre and then they set the stage |
But I’ll remain sane making gain without pain |
Staining trains with names and driving lanes to the refrain |
And keep it positive as painstaking as it is |
I’ll never turn back 'cause that’s the way I’ve got to live |
I’ll never turn back 'cause that’s the way I’ve got to live |
I’ll never turn back 'cause that’s the way I’ve got to live |
So like a cloud carries rain I’m gonna carry my rhyme |
Coming like thunder with lightening timing |
No hesitation in gestation of thoughts and plans |
Ferment time like wine no ploys or scams |
Like the islands dot the oceans in the endless seas |
Ideas floating to me in answer to my pleas |
Woke up this morning right out of a dream |
Reached for my pen and pad because my mind was on a rhyme scheme |
What can I do with these bones and flesh? |
With these animated thoughts in a world repressed? |
I’m going down like the rhythms on the winds of change |
I’m keeping calm under pressure like a deep-sea range |
I’m flowing prose to cons and cons to pros |
I’m like Toucan Sam when I follow my nose |
I’m giving shouts to Gandhi, Gravy and King |
His holiness and all enlightened beings |
I’ll be the one who screams it on the microphone |
I’ll be the one who brings it inside your home |
But the words ain’t mine I just pass 'em along |
For Betty Williams and her friends I sing this song |
And more ink from my pen and more tears from my eyes |
And more crimes are committed as I say these lines |
«Youth enough, we put down the gun» |