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