Flowin in File

Never has it been so sweet to your ear So lend it here and let go your fear And give a green light to the man on the mic And keep this beat cause it's just my type And I'll ride the rhythm like a black cowboy And I'ma get busy for y'all to enjoy Whether dancefloor, jeep, or the comfort of your home I'm kickin somethin out your back that rhymes with comb Flippin the script, because I used to be with Stet But when shit got heck, had to step and keep the rep Like a forty ounce brew, leave it out it gets flat So I'm comin freely in ninety-three with the fat Okedoke supportin, a shoutout to the Hortons And Burrells for supportin all the wars that we fought in And now it's time for me to sorta claim my fame so Please don't ask the question "How low can you go?" And as for traditional rappers and MCs The Godfather sings please please please To your parents, so I'ma sing a song to you You're either friend or foe, so whatcha gonna do Cause I'm (flowin in file with a new style) -- 2X In ninety-three I'm (flowin in file with a new style) Give it to me I'm (flowin in file with a new style) A special shout goes out to East New York Brownsville, Bed-Stuy, Crown Heights, Redhook, Ft. Greene Styles upon styles, but I don't think so Cause people only rock one style at a time If you with it, as long as the Daddy has been You learn that people gotta p-ay for the rhyme They called a one eighty seven on a undercover cop But the vest was bulletproof, so the cop didn't drop My brother Ice-T couldn't take it no more So he got with Sister Souljah and they bumrushed the store Cube was inside yellin, "Dirty Korea!" Turned around looked for Yo but the cops didn't see her Cause she eased to the back after checkin around To get with Chuck, Norm, and Flav to Shut Em Down News caught on, but Don't Believe the Hype Only fools would believe that Rakim is on the pipe As we stomp to the 90's singin songs of Tennessee Me and Luke's sippin daiquiris in Miami And we're rollin, couldn't keep a good rap down And if it hurts ya, we don't wanna nurture That of which you fear, so I'ma leave it up to you Is it a new Daddy-O, or Daddy-O gettin new? I know you thought that if I kept back I would stick to producin so the wack would get fat But no way, no how, and no cigar So do I call out your name or do you know who you are? Cause I'm (flowin in file with a new style) -- repeat 2X In ninety-three I'm (flowin in file with a new style) Bustin em up I'm (flowin in file with a new style) Now break it down for me "Oh, Daddy, oh, Daddy, where have you been?" Well I built a studio in Brooklyn And as far as rappin, no I didn't give up hope And yo Erick and Parrish, Das EFX is dope! And to Muggsy, comin out of 7A3 Props on Cypress Hill and the House of P And though I never met him, and Flint is not my home Shout out goes to the brother with the Breedy on the chrome And yes I get with this, so Black Sheep is a fave And to X-Clan thank you for the road that you paved To the Abstract, Phifer, and the True Fu-Schnick And a LONG shout out, goes out to Slick Rick I still love ya Biz, but clear ya samples bro And to Big Treach and Naughty, keep talkin bout the ghetto To CL and Pete makin beats for the streets And to the Main Source, makin fakes pay the cost To Premier and Guru, and every other crew Catches wreck, as Showbiz and A.G.'ll say to you Give it all you got, and take it from your coach Enemies I'm crushin like a roach, cause I'm (flowin in file with a new style) -- repeat 2X In ninety-three I'm (flowin in file with a new style) For your mom I'm (flowinin file with a new style) (flowin in file with a new style) -- repeat till fade