Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flowin', artist - Foreign Beggars. Album song Asylum Speakers, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.09.2003
Record label: Dented
Song language: English
Flowin' |
| Skunk has got me… |
| Skunk has got me… |
| Yeah… |
| This skunk has got me… |
| Ayo, I’ve been flowing for time |
| Getting open with lines |
| High off this verse |
| It’s kind of like I’m smoking a rhyme |
| Going for mine |
| Acting like I know it’s the time |
| The beats sound dope so my vocal’s inclined |
| With a spliff twisting the verse |
| Never liquor til my syllables merge |
| but act like they’re king of the world |
| Keep running it hot til I finish in first |
| So what |
| Yo it’s the Count Dracula |
| Smacking you straight out of the picture frame |
| Jacking, I’m racking your dad’s packet of jimmy hats |
| In fact I’mma spit your rap back at ya |
| Distraction tactics, sit back I’m mapping ya |
| Honey funny feelings swelling up inside |
| (Hey, don’t you love this guy?) |
| Guess who’s getting laid tonight |
| Trust, I’mma tell it like no other brother ever spat it |
| Take it as it comes blad |
| You know we never ratted |
| We keep searching til our mind’s turn |
| My nation’s drunk off a liquor that make your chest burn |
| Party is on |
| Neglecting facts is a habit when the living ain’t long |
| I wanna live it for today so I can die next one |
| When the pressure comes, ringing my bell, where do i stand? |
| Under strength an my lyric while i figure a plan |
| Keep it straight with the women cos they wanted the man |
| Need some money in my hand to squeeze me out of a jam |
| If you see me catching joke I’m still a serious man |
| Getting known for rocking beats up in a session or jam |
| And if you only check for beats then you don’t care who I am |
| Buzzin', Mr. I the second to Redman |
| (Flowin') |
| Sometimes it gets deep but you know that the rhymes keep |
| (Flowin') |
| It’s the never-ending cycle of beats, rhymes, life, we keep it |
| (Flowin') |
| From the one acapella to the Hip Hop beat we’re |
| (Flowin') |
| Everybody making music for the love not the money keepi’n |
| (Flowin') |
| Orifice Vulgatron, Matthew Reddix, XC we’re |
| (Flowin') |
| From the pen to the pad to the mic don’t you know we keep it |
| (Flowin') |
| Sounds sweet, and you know Dag Nabbit made the beat — it’s |
| (Flowin') |
| Now I stress flows |
| Bless flows |
| My check flows |
| The finesse, fresh |
| Direct, no flows |
| Pen and pad |
| Shot my next flow |
| Do a next show |
| Chill, call my set bro |
| Wow, move too fast |
| You need to press slow |
| I rise like the cess flow |
| Foreign to this world |
| Yo I’ve been begging to get hoes |
| Yo, my shit’s riveting |
| Pivoting, trend setter |
| Instilling stage-fright into minuscule bed-wetters |
| Next level rapper, fuck a figure of speech |
| I’m lyrically disfiguring chiefs, beginners, and freaks |
| Foreign Beggars give the darkest demons the creeps |
| I’ll cut you up without even so much as a scream or a screech |
| My thoughts could torture while your synergy sleeps |
| You might be the big boss but your wife’s sleeping with jeeves |