Go with da Flow (feat. Eighty N)
Word
Yo Gee kick da shit!
Flow!
Ayo what up E, This is Gee on the microphone
Beware 'cause when I grab it I break all bones
No zone, my sound crosses all borders
Never be perverse for the better or the worse
My flow scratches my enemies like a black panther
And when I step on the scene I set fire
(Fire) Who the fuck you think you are
You wanna know me, then never understate before
I am the man yo, the big pro, the psycho
A mighty fuckin' furious against da radio
Know that I'm the mad G and double E
And I piss on your record, you sucka MC
I say yo, what the fuck I wanna say so
Gimme the mic, a bass, on stereo
Provoke me, my man E, or my posse
I hit and wreck your shit from A to Z (Uh!)
No doubt, even my voice is wild
I got the B-L-O-C-K style
No quote from a mighty fuckin' man my like me
My name's Gee, hot like the highest degree
About to diss me, who wanna say what?
I say many things and bullshit that I'm not
But I don't give a fuck 'cause it sounds funky
You can't fuck with the flow of a brotha like me
Fuck that!
Yo, do it!
1:45 ante meridiem
Can't find sleep so I grab my can
I'm the night owl going out by moonlight
'95 for life that's why my shit's tight
I want my ink to spark ya to think smart
Sprayin' wildstyle in the dark is how I make art
Hardcore hip-hop to the bone
I'm out to represent with black and chrome (Pow! Pow! POW!)
Taggin' A-T-N around my way
'Cause graffiti writtin' yo that's my thang
Beside that I got thoughts and rhymes by the dozen
But hey goddamnit I ain't got no ends
Harsh deep reality that I relate in poetry
These syllables I scribble fall like heavy rain
Late night train of thoughts draining the pain (Pain!)
Filled rush through within this prosody
It's masta E shedding tears of acrylic
Trickling, dripping on the concrete
Lyrics crafted with a secret technique
To raise consciousness in da streets (Uh!)
Wack MC's don't know the recipe of flow
Herewith I shall give yall a fuckin' example
An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind
Rhymin' without the mind is a waste of time
Flow!
Flow!
That's the flow!
2019 mothafuckers!
Ayo!
Yo Gee kick da shit!
Flow!
Ayo what up E, This is Gee on the microphone
Beware 'cause when I grab it I break all bones
No zone, my sound crosses all borders
Never be perverse for the better or the worse
My flow scratches my enemies like a black panther
And when I step on the scene I set fire
(Fire) Who the fuck you think you are
You wanna know me, then never understate before
I am the man yo, the big pro, the psycho
A mighty fuckin' furious against da radio
Know that I'm the mad G and double E
And I piss on your record, you sucka MC
I say yo, what the fuck I wanna say so
Gimme the mic, a bass, on stereo
Provoke me, my man E, or my posse
I hit and wreck your shit from A to Z (Uh!)
No doubt, even my voice is wild
I got the B-L-O-C-K style
No quote from a mighty fuckin' man my like me
My name's Gee, hot like the highest degree
About to diss me, who wanna say what?
I say many things and bullshit that I'm not
But I don't give a fuck 'cause it sounds funky
You can't fuck with the flow of a brotha like me
Fuck that!
Yo, do it!
1:45 ante meridiem
Can't find sleep so I grab my can
I'm the night owl going out by moonlight
'95 for life that's why my shit's tight
I want my ink to spark ya to think smart
Sprayin' wildstyle in the dark is how I make art
Hardcore hip-hop to the bone
I'm out to represent with black and chrome (Pow! Pow! POW!)
Taggin' A-T-N around my way
'Cause graffiti writtin' yo that's my thang
Beside that I got thoughts and rhymes by the dozen
But hey goddamnit I ain't got no ends
Harsh deep reality that I relate in poetry
These syllables I scribble fall like heavy rain
Late night train of thoughts draining the pain (Pain!)
Filled rush through within this prosody
It's masta E shedding tears of acrylic
Trickling, dripping on the concrete
Lyrics crafted with a secret technique
To raise consciousness in da streets (Uh!)
Wack MC's don't know the recipe of flow
Herewith I shall give yall a fuckin' example
An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind
Rhymin' without the mind is a waste of time
Flow!
Flow!
That's the flow!
2019 mothafuckers!
Ayo!
Credits
Writer(s): Guillaume Dulong
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