Yeah Yeah
I'ma well thought out spontaneous muthafucka
That plots in the winter and shines in the summer
A product of these palm trees and glistening sunsets
You fake it till you make it regardless you got the funds yet
I'm just a star that collapsed into a black hole
Evaporated and created Rock N Roll
And Hip-Hop thE Old SouL and DJisLORD
Come together and we form the Megazord
Yeah, All systems go the rebels of the industry
No enemies just calling it like I see
Too Real For Power, too Pop for NPR
We're musical mutts and I love who we are
Now when it's all said and done we do our own thing
Like a Gundam wing on a string with a chicken wing
Keep the bling that's tinfoil on a string
Process of Elimination step into the ring
Yo change your style up, change your music up
Your smart when you speak, Man ya'll a bunch of geeks
Is it really new
Or is it really old
Ya'll will never blow, what the fuck is Honor Flow?! Uh
Yeah yeah yeah I know ya right, yeah whatever
Yeah yeah yeah I know ya right, we do whatever
Yeah yeah yeah I know ya right, yeah whatever
Yeah yeah yeah I know ya right, we do whatever
The rap assassin to anyone askin'
Deadpool crews and leaves the bodies in Aspen
Anytime I'm rapping got you Suckaz gaspin'
And askin' how the fuck did that happen
Like jumping in a cold pool they freeze and hesitate
To give us our props like we don't have a resume
The El Rey, The Roxy, The Greek, and The Troubadour
And niggas can't rock the house party next door
Yo peep the name we're Honor Flow Productions
No time for lyrical lime bright obstructions
Here to save music with divine justice
If you're talkin' about the best yo man that's just us
You know something Mean Gene I just cut the promo
And no I'm not changing our fucking logo
Now run and tell that to every nigga at Bananas
My piece of mind get a plate and nigga mind your manners
Yo change your style up, change your music up
Your smart when you speak, Man ya'll a bunch of geeks
Is it really new
Or is it really old
Ya'll will never blow, what the fuck is Honor Flow?! Uh
Yeah yeah yeah I know ya right, yeah whatever
Yeah yeah yeah I know ya right, we do whatever
Yeah yeah yeah I know ya right, yeah whatever
Yeah yeah yeah I know ya right, we do whatever
What's gotta better live show than us? I'll wait
Who's can go toe to toe with us? I'll wait
I mean come on in this city? I'll wait
That's your choice? Nah really, I'll wait
And while you Suckaz wait I will Eliminate
Obliterate annihilate watch me as I operate
Chuck and Lord participate assist as I devastate
Hailin' from the Golden State HFP we're so great
Decapitate and serve ahead on a cheese plate
On another level and you cannot relate
Nothing but minor characters in the world I create
Mike Tyson with the flow in a room full of lightweights
And fuck the idea of waiting for your turn
When free labor is the new term for intern
We coming for ours two-finger salute
When's the last time Hip-Hop looked good as a group
Yo change your style up, change your music up
You're smart when you speak, Man ya'll a bunch of geeks
Is it really new
Or is it really old
Ya'll will never blow, what the fuck is Honor Flow?! Uh
Yeah yeah yeah I know ya right, yeah whatever
Yeah yeah yeah I know ya right, we do whatever
Yeah yeah yeah I know ya right, yeah whatever
Yeah yeah yeah I know ya right, fuck you
We do whatever uh, We do whatever uh
We do whatever uh, We do whatever uh
We do whatever uh, We do whatever uh
We do whatever uh, We do whatever uh
You see you're really nothing, You can never beat me
Muthafuckas thinking they winning, got opinions, be all in their feelings
Niggas watch ya tone when you speaking through camera phones
You actin' bold, Chuck I'm just playing, Shut the fuck up
What you call hustle I have more than you in my left nut
This goes out to those who choose to use
Ineffective moves against me and the crew
Fuck that! Why try? Muthafucka you lose
10 Years cold rockin' it, how about you
Fuck ya mama, fuck ya daddy, and your weak ass crew
You feel left out, well mutha'fuck you
Niggas speaking outta pocket like my wallet can't stop it
Prophet even you try door us and knock it
To the critics and the dissers and the damn ass kissers
And anyone ever that tried to dismiss us
Standin' proud like my dick when I wake up
TMI, but ladies, what's up
That plots in the winter and shines in the summer
A product of these palm trees and glistening sunsets
You fake it till you make it regardless you got the funds yet
I'm just a star that collapsed into a black hole
Evaporated and created Rock N Roll
And Hip-Hop thE Old SouL and DJisLORD
Come together and we form the Megazord
Yeah, All systems go the rebels of the industry
No enemies just calling it like I see
Too Real For Power, too Pop for NPR
We're musical mutts and I love who we are
Now when it's all said and done we do our own thing
Like a Gundam wing on a string with a chicken wing
Keep the bling that's tinfoil on a string
Process of Elimination step into the ring
Yo change your style up, change your music up
Your smart when you speak, Man ya'll a bunch of geeks
Is it really new
Or is it really old
Ya'll will never blow, what the fuck is Honor Flow?! Uh
Yeah yeah yeah I know ya right, yeah whatever
Yeah yeah yeah I know ya right, we do whatever
Yeah yeah yeah I know ya right, yeah whatever
Yeah yeah yeah I know ya right, we do whatever
The rap assassin to anyone askin'
Deadpool crews and leaves the bodies in Aspen
Anytime I'm rapping got you Suckaz gaspin'
And askin' how the fuck did that happen
Like jumping in a cold pool they freeze and hesitate
To give us our props like we don't have a resume
The El Rey, The Roxy, The Greek, and The Troubadour
And niggas can't rock the house party next door
Yo peep the name we're Honor Flow Productions
No time for lyrical lime bright obstructions
Here to save music with divine justice
If you're talkin' about the best yo man that's just us
You know something Mean Gene I just cut the promo
And no I'm not changing our fucking logo
Now run and tell that to every nigga at Bananas
My piece of mind get a plate and nigga mind your manners
Yo change your style up, change your music up
Your smart when you speak, Man ya'll a bunch of geeks
Is it really new
Or is it really old
Ya'll will never blow, what the fuck is Honor Flow?! Uh
Yeah yeah yeah I know ya right, yeah whatever
Yeah yeah yeah I know ya right, we do whatever
Yeah yeah yeah I know ya right, yeah whatever
Yeah yeah yeah I know ya right, we do whatever
What's gotta better live show than us? I'll wait
Who's can go toe to toe with us? I'll wait
I mean come on in this city? I'll wait
That's your choice? Nah really, I'll wait
And while you Suckaz wait I will Eliminate
Obliterate annihilate watch me as I operate
Chuck and Lord participate assist as I devastate
Hailin' from the Golden State HFP we're so great
Decapitate and serve ahead on a cheese plate
On another level and you cannot relate
Nothing but minor characters in the world I create
Mike Tyson with the flow in a room full of lightweights
And fuck the idea of waiting for your turn
When free labor is the new term for intern
We coming for ours two-finger salute
When's the last time Hip-Hop looked good as a group
Yo change your style up, change your music up
You're smart when you speak, Man ya'll a bunch of geeks
Is it really new
Or is it really old
Ya'll will never blow, what the fuck is Honor Flow?! Uh
Yeah yeah yeah I know ya right, yeah whatever
Yeah yeah yeah I know ya right, we do whatever
Yeah yeah yeah I know ya right, yeah whatever
Yeah yeah yeah I know ya right, fuck you
We do whatever uh, We do whatever uh
We do whatever uh, We do whatever uh
We do whatever uh, We do whatever uh
We do whatever uh, We do whatever uh
You see you're really nothing, You can never beat me
Muthafuckas thinking they winning, got opinions, be all in their feelings
Niggas watch ya tone when you speaking through camera phones
You actin' bold, Chuck I'm just playing, Shut the fuck up
What you call hustle I have more than you in my left nut
This goes out to those who choose to use
Ineffective moves against me and the crew
Fuck that! Why try? Muthafucka you lose
10 Years cold rockin' it, how about you
Fuck ya mama, fuck ya daddy, and your weak ass crew
You feel left out, well mutha'fuck you
Niggas speaking outta pocket like my wallet can't stop it
Prophet even you try door us and knock it
To the critics and the dissers and the damn ass kissers
And anyone ever that tried to dismiss us
Standin' proud like my dick when I wake up
TMI, but ladies, what's up
Credits
Writer(s): Paul Parker
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