Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Go with the Flow, artist - MF DOOM. Album song Operation: Doomsday (Complete), in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.04.2011
Record label: Metalface
Song language: English
Go with the Flow |
| Yo, I’d like to check this microphone before I start right quick |
| Microphone check 2,2,1,2,1,2 |
| Big up all the Monsta Island massive |
| And beware before I triple dare you like the last kid |
| Who ask me what we don’t got that you got son |
| For one, flow that’s elementary my dear Wat-son |
| Secondly, ever since I was little |
| Not so much to riddle, least rhyme to the syllable |
| Keep tracks that make a Arab thief clap |
| With no hands, I chop these drums off |
| Truly yours, G Rap |
| Actual fact, relax |
| In this land of lyrical loss, black |
| I’m not the cool sleet stack |
| The one who might stop and talk to you |
| Poison to few, niggas who be bitin styles I’m like pork to Oooh… what you got to lose? |
| Let mud fly |
| When I got blues I chew whole crews that’s bud dry |
| So I ask why the style’s from the cess |
| Shit be fuckin with my eye as I pull it to the chest |
| The super muthafuckin’villain grip the mic wit an iron hand |
| Throwin emcees to the fire from out da fryin’pan |
| It ain’t no use in tryin, man |
| Son, stop cryin |
| Frontin’like you death-defyin' |
| You need to stop lyin' |
| Speak your piece only once you’re spoken to first |
| Now lemme hear your verse while I’m chokin’you |
| With bubbly fine rhymes like a editor |
| Throw them to my collection of skulls and spines like Predator |
| Fuck around, the only niggas who could hear the same sound (who?) |
| Was Jet Jaguar and James Brown |
| (Yeah, yeah only them two niggas?) |
| And I’m glad I took the time to write their names down to big 'em up |
| (True, true) |
| I’d like to say hi It’s fly the odd Merlin |
| That’s quick to whip up a script like Rod Sterling |
| bad bitch who used to whip the Sterling |
| Who see God ?, never see God earlin' |
| My man Grimm had his little monkey like Space Ghost |
| Me myself I got flavors that out-taste most |
| With numb gums, some rhymers is lake toast |
| Back to you MF Doom, you late show host |
| S to the U to the P E R-uh |
| Who chronicle these times in a 3-D horror |
| co-star or in a realer drama |
| Who break bread with stingy kin-men, indian borrower |
| Lone gunmen who candidly flip fly floes |
| Single-handedly with one eye closed |
| In a fly pose, no shirt |
| May see me stack the quarter-mill cash pay |
| That’s in a smash way how he did it Muthafucka probably couldn’t peep it past a minute |