Lyrics Flow Forever - Rakim

Flow Forever

Aiyo, what’s goin' on?
The mic Lebanon teflon don
I’m back, baby
The year of the 9's
And I’ma have make these motherfuckers an offer they can’t refuse
You know?
Ha, what’s goin' on?
Yo, c’mon, you know it’s on
I wrote a song, test my flow on the Autobahn
Make sure the force is right, I floss all night
Get off the mic, it’ll smoke like an exhaust pipe
Keep 'em in the library, studyin' my theory
Ra theory get translated in Swahili
From the lands as far as Zanzibar
They understand the R, the man Allah
It’s obvious why the copiers, they copy this
Soon as my data processes Y2K, they floppy disk
Now, who the hottest is?
How can it not be this?
Baby, who the cockiest?
Papi is?
Gracias
Aiyyo, this be so, magnifico
Even my typical style difficult
Make a crowd go wild when I rip a show
Better stand back, this’ll blow, you didn’t know?
They show me love when I’m come through
Yo, any club that I come to
I hit a microphone, check one-two
And they know what I wanna do — flow forever!
You ever witness rapport like this before?
It’s 'cause y’all kiss the floor, say Bismillah
It’s the chosen one with the golden tongue
Flow for the old and young when I’m holdin' one
In the front row sitty, we show no pity
Where kids get jiggy and girls are so pretty
The Wanderer, back from Casablanca
To stomp all, what next for Ra to conquer?
So let’s go, the best show will explode
No dress codes, they just pose in they best clothes
Girls get exposed when I show my rap expo
Will there be a next episode?
I guess so
Those that have doubt, wanted to have clout
What they mad about?
Must be a cash drought
MC’s switch they style from they last bout
And I bet soon as they hear this, they spaz out
They show me love when I’m come through
Yo, any club that I come to
I hit a microphone, check one-two
And they know what I wanna do — flow forever!
Wherever Rakim go, it’s the God tempo
It’s simple, my M.O.
— no problemo
Been all over the map, even know where Hell is at
I get the welcome mat, and then welcome back
My flow is raw, they treat me like Mr. Know-It-All
They want me to show 'em all my brand new protocol
Excusez-moi, I make 'em move for Ra
You ain’t soupin' Ra, save the hoop-a-la
Let me find out you rhymed out, designed out
Pullin' dimes out to climb out for time-out
I’m at the free throw, playin' ball, or cee-lo, I keep dough
Reloaded like Carlito, incognito
I be so low-key, women get nosy
I do a show, they wanna go see to get to know me
In the front row seat, they cosy
Thinkin' I’m givin' 'em the bo-bo-vee until they O. D
They show me love when I’m come through
Yo, any club that I come to
I hit a microphone, check one-two
And they know what I wanna do — flow forever!