Flow Godly

[Verse 1: Youngin] Once they cut that umbilical off me It was Destiny for me to flow like Nas' lyrical offspring My lyrics will be implanted in your brain Make you feel as though you're going insane just by the sound of my name Youngin, your girl I saw, came, and conquered Had to chase the cat cause I heard it was Bonkers Get it, nah you don't get it go look it up By the time that you return, this rap game, i done been done shook it up Like a hand that's rocking a cradle Fucking with hoes that bop, slob, and rock a cock under tables Check out your clock when your able, cause my time is now Spit like I'm above clouds though I'm still underground And they ain't fucking with me, not even at my worst I leave them in a hearse way past needing a nurse Put my teeth in a verse then I bite down on the beat Then I shit out the song, and leave it on the streets, Sheesh A smooth criminal on beat breaks Never put me in your box if the CD breaks See I write and produce, mix, and do my graphics Upload that shit to the web now you can have it Self made but I ain't no Ricky Ross But I been known to go Huh when I empty my balls Hehe, I'm just kidding, but here's a riddle I tickled the underbelly of hip-hop and made her giggle Her pussy was wet and then a youngin saw an advantage Hopped in the booth in front of the microphone to do damage Then I commence to kicking shit like I'm doing karate That's a hell of a body girl are you doing palates, let me Show the world that we do this My pen paints pictures like a fucking cartoonist On tracks I just gotta show my ass like a nudist I Dash like Stacey, and leave you niggas Clueless, truth is We just trying to be Legendary like Folarin say And keep it moving like a car with no brakes These are bars with no drinks, that's why I'm alone in this club When I say the word bitch I get love, fake, and a ditch will get dug (slow down Youngin) only if you pay attention I'm from Lincoln Heights where crackheads was in the kitchen Smoking no joking my life is authentic Whatever you hear me say on a song bitch I meant it, know me Cause I'm on of the few passionate, original artists left in the game You should have left when I came I'm left with a gain cause all of you lames are on decline Path to destruction, learn to follow instructions Or evacuate the premises immediately, vehemently I came to eat you rappers cause I'm greed and hungry Can't you hear it in the sound of my voice I make them cringe like a woman when you say the word moist, ugh Another breakdown and I'm climbing like a kid on a playground Only love hoes when they lay down Fuck it, call me a sexist, egotistical bastard So, as long as you know that I'm a lyrical master One of a kind, put your shades on cause son shines I'm from the Heights we ain't got love for one time I pick up the pieces, put them all together then Youngin releases On the microphone to let you know how the dragon unleashes A fire breathing technique all over the beat From the city where niggas creep without TLC Let it marinate, my stanzas are to advanced to manhandled By a phony street nigga, boy you just panhandle So your girl lets me wax like a candle No, I wax on, wax off like I'm son Daniel Or Daniel son bitch you get the picture Youngin better then Mr. Miyagi with Kawasaki ninjas Hiyah i spit fi-yah turn on the AC And don't kiss that girl you may taste me I'm here now, and it'll take Em, Jay and Nas On a Dr. Dre beat to replace me