Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flowin' Prose , by - Beastie Boys. Release date: 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» |