Flow On (New Symphony) - Lords Of The Underground

Flow flow

Here come the Lords

Flow flow

Here come the Lords

Flow flow

Here come the Lords

Flow flow

Here come the Lords

Mc’s with the mic cords

I grab the microphone and rock, grab my doe and then I split

I’m too quick with my lips come and jump up on the tip

Okay okay now stop, it was fun while it lasted

Now back up little man, or get that ass blasted

You talk about a battle, psst

You big jackass

Why don’t get my services, kick my black ass

You call yourself MC?

C’mon you must be kiddin'

(Yo he tried to grab the mic!)

Haha, no he didn’t

I’m nice, I’m known to get smooth like green velvet

They ask me, «Why so funky?»

I say, «Damn, I can’t help it.»

MCs try to step to me but their not legit

You think you’re flowin' like the Funkee Man?

Shhhhit

Flow flow

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Back up punk, the vibes will almost put fear in you niggas

I execute the astonishing with my rap trigger

Cause I left bodies back in Texas like in the cemetary

And I’m ready to rip up shit like out of the ordinary

Like?

man, daily I’m the one who sing

No fuck that shit, I’m from the south and from a rope you’ll swing

So start believin' what they’re rappin' on the record YO!

They be like talkin' the mad shit, went on and check it SO!

I stay away when I can, I mean like fuck that shit

If I don’t like you I walk up to you and tell you bitch

See that’s the way the cowboy’s do so act like you know

So call the traffic control to know which way to go

I fly that fuckin' head off like Continental

And mastered that boom bam like an oriental

I made you with your fuckin' ass you caught the vapors

And now when you takin' a shit you wipe your mouth with toliet paper

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Straight from the realm of my underground madness

My mouth is on some shit now my lips need chap stick

With intro and intros only done by low tongue

Excuse me, y’all don’t know us, but the Lord is are a fuckin' bum

Even if there’s no church on Sunday

Praise the Lords everyday, not one day

Amen, Amen

Go ahead and get to it

(Praise the Lords!)

Yeah, you know how to do it

I got the skills that’s packed and piles of stacks

And if you’re wonderin', they’re labeled rough raps

I give it up or should I say I gave it

So don’t try to play me cause I’m not the one to play with it

I hit the skins in all types of fashion

Treat it like a sport and call the sport ass crashin'

And on the mic with the port that had a SHORT!

And ripped it down with my mad train of THOUGHT!

I’m overflowin' with skill pops and peas

So when you hear that I rap, oh Doitall please

Kick it, you’re such a bad bro

The Lords can’t flow

(WHAT? YOUR MOTHER CAN’T FLOW!)

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Ama, amen

Can I get an amen?

?

flip trip like I was in gym (whoo!)

I got the feelin'

I’m ready to storm shit up

Warm it up, cause the form is blowin' up

Take ya take ya take ya to a new type atmosphere

Don’t even worry cause you’re almost there dear

Let your right brain focus on the beat

Then the left pick up the vocals on a different type frequency

Now you’re ready for the test

Now here we go

Don’t get nervous, cause it’s easy, for real do'

I do my part as I rip shop and combine

For those who want work I get up in ya like a tampon

I know you like to hear that rated R rough shit

So I came equipped with the rhymes that don’t slip

They keep comin' and comin' just like an orgasm

I feel gratification, sation when I’m grabbin'

A microphone, check one, check the two to three

Check the S.A.H.

dash and check the B

You probably didn’t know a female could flow as hard as this

Did I show and prove or do you wanna hear this?

As I get props

Spank and rip shop, suckers get dropped, they can’t fuck with the hip hop

And how about I go break it on this part of the rhyme

Slam the track, stop the rappin' and whine, whine, whine

Now I’m back to my ill flow

You think of steppin' to this SHHHHHHITTT

That’s a no no

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