Illmatic Flow

[Intro: Youngin] DC, Lincoln Heights, look [Verse 1: Youngin] I walk in like it's the 36 Chambers Of Wu-Tang Finisher of the game Youngin kick it like Liu Kang Symbolic syllables it's lyrical when I flow Keeping it so original from my head to my toe The individual with visuals that riddle you No interview is needed for me to get them residuals I'm Criminal Minded like Boogie Down word to Chris Lighty Niggas quick to bite me now they wanna take it to the 90's It's a shame, but nobody can drive in my lane Tha Rewind is that LP, and Youngin's the name We will never be the same even when I get some change In my pockets and they change and I skyrocket to the top of the game Rocking the same style I had since a teen I do me, yeah I'm the way that I seem when I'm seen Ugh, that's all you hear because the flow is disgusting It leaves sucker MC's with a bubbling stomach And the hiccups, excuse me flows just run through me You can copy and paste but you'll never undo me I'm so clutch with a touch like MJ You niggas are turtles and Youngin's Splinter the sensei The game was wounded 'til I healed it like Dende By going back to the ROOTS of it, Kunta Kente But no Toby, shady flow but no Obie You'se a young padawan and I'm so Kanobi Dipped in red like a devil I'm a rebel like Nasir Jones When I write it's like the rhymes are sewn To the beat, no stitches, I'd rather leave niggas in ditches And my religion is macking your 'itches Stacking my riches, leaving them livid And disgruntled by the way that I'm living, I get it Lincoln Heights, Northeast, DC what I rep Without Ruben or Russell my Jam is Def You deaf if you're not feeling Youngin one of the best Sleeping on me? here's a pillow have a good nights rest Because when you wake up and realize you missed out it's too late My words are painful to wack rappers mouths like a toothache I'm clever too, plus I'm doing things that you will never do The reticle on the metal will leave your body vegetable Yeah I'm still at it, the flow is illmatic Wreaking havoc on microphone devices is a habit On my frequency no competition all I see is static There you have it, another classic from Youngin was crafted (crafted) [Verse 2: Youngin] Man fuck it I'm going back, Youngin I'm here to conquer The flow so sweet I'm hated on by Willy Wonka Anybody can get it, I'm the best in my division When I spit this mixture of Illmatic and It Was Written Your ears are getting smitten, my CD cold put on your mittens I'm chilling but your misses say she giving up the kitten She loving the way that it go down and the way I'm switching the flow now Whoa Now like B. Rich, you see this, I'm gifted, uh No scripts my lyrics are from the heart I'm the best rapper alive I don't need a fucking chart I just tear MC's apart limb by limb I'm A Tribe Called Quest, they're Johnny sim-sala-bim I'm hood like butter tims, you softer than Bubba Shrimp I fuck her then send her home, you lay with her cuddling Everyday I'm hustling, a boss like Rick Ross She hops on the dick and then she gets off, get it The pictures that I paint are vivid If your job is touching my money then you getting paid a visit I hope you know you listening to one of the greats On of the few niggas left that still got something to say Mixing the recipe cooking up what I'm destined to be Hoping my destiny is what I've been investing in G So I can make it from, and show the streets what you can do Which is anything you want baby it's all on you Youngin, and he stays way in front of the relay So far, you couldn't even catch me on the replay Your flow fugazi like you bought it off of Ebay Buying views and shit trying to make it off of rebates Lame as shit I ain't lion but I'm a king ain't no taming this Another rapper comes out, I start to foaming at the mouth Then pout ready to pounce increasing my body count Then bounce like Bankhead, leave a track stretched out like it's planking I stay on top of my game kid In case you're not aware and you did not know This is Youngin Micheaux I got that illmatic Flow