Flowin'

[Intro] Skunk has got me... Skunk has got me... Yeah... This skunk has got me... [Verse 1] Ayo, I've been flowing for time Getting open with lines High off this verse It's kind of like I'm smoking a rhyme Going for mine Acting like I know it's the time The beats sound dope so my vocal's inclined With a spliff [?] twisting the verse Never [?] liquor til my syllables merge [?] but act like they're king of the world Keep running it hot til I finish in first So what [Verse 2] Yo it's the Count Dracula Smacking you straight out of the picture frame Jacking, I'm racking your dad's packet of jimmy hats In fact I'mma spit your rap back at ya Distraction tactics, sit back I'm mapping ya Honey funny feelings swelling up inside (Hey, don't you love this guy?) Guess who's getting laid tonight Trust, I'mma tell it like no other brother ever spat it Take it as it comes blad You know we never ratted [Verse 3] We keep searching til our mind's turn My nation's drunk off a liquor that make your chest burn Party is on Neglecting facts is a habit when the living ain't long I wanna live it for today so I can die next one When the pressure comes, ringing my bell, where do i stand? Under strength an my lyric while i figure a plan Keep it straight with the women cos they wanted the man Need some money in my hand to squeeze me out of a jam If you see me catching joke I'm still a serious man Getting known for rocking beats up in a session or jam And if you only check for beats then you don't care who I am Buzzin', Mr. I the second to Redman [Hook] (Flowin') Sometimes it gets deep but you know that the rhymes keep (Flowin') It's the never-ending cycle of beats, rhymes, life, we keep it (Flowin') From the one acapella to the Hip Hop beat we're (Flowin') Everybody making music for the love not the money keepi'n (Flowin') Orifice Vulgatron, Matthew Reddix, XC we're (Flowin') From the pen to the pad to the mic don't you know we keep it (Flowin') Sounds sweet, and you know Dag Nabbit made the beat - it's (Flowin') [Verse 4] Now I stress flows Bless flows My check flows The finesse, fresh Direct, no [?] flows Pen and pad [?] [?] Shot my next flow Do a next show Chill, call my set bro Wow, move too fast You need to press slow I rise like the cess flow Foreign to this world Yo I've been begging to get hoes [Verse 5] Yo, my shit's riveting Pivoting, trend setter Instilling stage-fright into minuscule bed-wetters Next level rapper, fuck a figure of speech I'm lyrically disfiguring chiefs, beginners, and freaks Foreign Beggars give the darkest demons the creeps I'll cut you up without even so much as a scream or a screech My thoughts could torture [?] while your synergy sleeps You might be the big boss but your wife's sleeping with jeeves