Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flow On (New Symphony), artist - Lords Of The Underground. Album song Here Come the Lords, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1992
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Flow On (New Symphony) |
Flow flow |
Here come the Lords |
Flow flow |
Here come the Lords |
Flow flow |
Here come the Lords |
Flow flow |
Here come the Lords |
Mc’s with the mic cords |
I grab the microphone and rock, grab my doe and then I split |
I’m too quick with my lips come and jump up on the tip |
Okay okay now stop, it was fun while it lasted |
Now back up little man, or get that ass blasted |
You talk about a battle, psst |
You big jackass |
Why don’t get my services, kick my black ass |
You call yourself MC? |
C’mon you must be kiddin' |
(Yo he tried to grab the mic!) |
Haha, no he didn’t |
I’m nice, I’m known to get smooth like green velvet |
They ask me, «Why so funky?» |
I say, «Damn, I can’t help it.» |
MCs try to step to me but their not legit |
You think you’re flowin' like the Funkee Man? |
Shhhhit |
Flow flow |
On and on and on and |
Flow flow |
On and on and on and |
Flow flow |
On and on and on and |
Flow flow |
On and on and on |
Back up punk, the vibes will almost put fear in you niggas |
I execute the astonishing with my rap trigger |
Cause I left bodies back in Texas like in the cemetary |
And I’m ready to rip up shit like out of the ordinary |
Like? |
man, daily I’m the one who sing |
No fuck that shit, I’m from the south and from a rope you’ll swing |
So start believin' what they’re rappin' on the record YO! |
They be like talkin' the mad shit, went on and check it SO! |
I stay away when I can, I mean like fuck that shit |
If I don’t like you I walk up to you and tell you bitch |
See that’s the way the cowboy’s do so act like you know |
So call the traffic control to know which way to go |
I fly that fuckin' head off like Continental |
And mastered that boom bam like an oriental |
I made you with your fuckin' ass you caught the vapors |
And now when you takin' a shit you wipe your mouth with toliet paper |
Flow flow |
On and on and on and |
Flow flow |
On and on and on and |
Flow flow |
On and on and on and |
Flow flow |
On and on and on and |
Straight from the realm of my underground madness |
My mouth is on some shit now my lips need chap stick |
With intro and intros only done by low tongue |
Excuse me, y’all don’t know us, but the Lord is are a fuckin' bum |
Even if there’s no church on Sunday |
Praise the Lords everyday, not one day |
Amen, Amen |
Go ahead and get to it |
(Praise the Lords!) |
Yeah, you know how to do it |
I got the skills that’s packed and piles of stacks |
And if you’re wonderin', they’re labeled rough raps |
I give it up or should I say I gave it |
So don’t try to play me cause I’m not the one to play with it |
I hit the skins in all types of fashion |
Treat it like a sport and call the sport ass crashin' |
And on the mic with the port that had a SHORT! |
And ripped it down with my mad train of THOUGHT! |
I’m overflowin' with skill pops and peas |
So when you hear that I rap, oh Doitall please |
Kick it, you’re such a bad bro |
The Lords can’t flow |
(WHAT? YOUR MOTHER CAN’T FLOW!) |
Flow flow |
On and on and on and |
Flow flow |
On and on and on and |
Flow flow |
On and on and on and |
Flow flow |
On and on and on and |
Ama, amen |
Can I get an amen? |
? |
flip trip like I was in gym (whoo!) |
I got the feelin' |
I’m ready to storm shit up |
Warm it up, cause the form is blowin' up |
Take ya take ya take ya to a new type atmosphere |
Don’t even worry cause you’re almost there dear |
Let your right brain focus on the beat |
Then the left pick up the vocals on a different type frequency |
Now you’re ready for the test |
Now here we go |
Don’t get nervous, cause it’s easy, for real do' |
I do my part as I rip shop and combine |
For those who want work I get up in ya like a tampon |
I know you like to hear that rated R rough shit |
So I came equipped with the rhymes that don’t slip |
They keep comin' and comin' just like an orgasm |
I feel gratification, sation when I’m grabbin' |
A microphone, check one, check the two to three |
Check the S.A.H. |
dash and check the B |
You probably didn’t know a female could flow as hard as this |
Did I show and prove or do you wanna hear this? |
As I get props |
Spank and rip shop, suckers get dropped, they can’t fuck with the hip hop |
And how about I go break it on this part of the rhyme |
Slam the track, stop the rappin' and whine, whine, whine |
Now I’m back to my ill flow |
You think of steppin' to this SHHHHHHITTT |
That’s a no no |
Flow flow |
On and on and on and |
Flow flow |
On and on and on and |
Flow flow |
On and on and on and |
Flow flow |
On and on and on and |
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On and on and on and |
Flow flow |
On and on and on and |
Flow flow |
On and on and on and |
Flow flow |
On and on and on and |