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we gon just round it out
Found it out, singing along why don't you sound it out

This ain't my craziest flow, but me going hard, gon be the craziest yo

we gon just round it out
Found it out, singing along why don't you sound it out

This ain't my craziest flow, but me going hard, gon be the craziest yo

I'm just going for the gusto
The slow flow, rushing like the cold zone
Grab the phone
Got em on the other line, hold
Prioritized by signs, rowed

my lifeline
Smoking everything infused never dry spice
Flow colder than liquid form of nitrogen
Or 415 area coding whenever that the night begin
They

trap rap that ain't my flow
I'm just good with numbers I tried to talk down to y'all lingo
Bitch I'm the main the one just like a C note
I ain't gone

Ooh! Ooh!

Yukmouth

Thug Lord: The New Testament

2001

(bling) 
you rock a fake ol' 'sako
got everything in the range ro' 
except cable flows fatal
givin it to niggas who softer than play-doh
don't make no
false

down on my soul
I know everything that glitters ain't gold
Heard my aunt passed just a couple days ago
Shit, couldn't even make it to the funeral
It feel

disgust
it's like I find a surprise and all I wanted was to drown in her eyes
and lay surrounded by the sound of the skies
but I guss I never tried so for

that only want yo cash prize
Lost all of your guidance you started being defiant
People noticed your gimmick they suddenly stop buying
Lost everything

to Onward 
Something new has been altered
Captured the heat by the alter
 Smoke so much green I need water 
Now my thought pattern is clean
Everything I write

what we told
Then take it and turn it to gold
Hella friends turn to foes
Invisible like a ghost
Residual with my flows
Megatron he would know
We go

a hostage
This is just a song
And not me toggling the off switch
Everything you've heard me say
Is nothing but the truth
So there's no pistol pointed at me
By

you ballin from the bleachers 
Cash me out Danielle 
All gold no features 
Calvin on sag when I wanna
While I puff on Marijuana
Body yo verse you

So you messin with the kids
Know the flows so legit
And forget about the paper cause we broke as shit
Well, enough to get by 
Enough for some food

and wild and uncanny
He said god is a certain type of flow
I said woah
I said Hold on wait a minute
Hold on wait a minute
What do you mean by this
He grabbed

I saw the fluttering worn-out black flags in the wind, torn by weather and time, belonging to the travelling circus situated on a hill in

Rookie of da Year

Mike Jones

1st Round Draft Picks

2003

Jag yo
See everything big in Texas
I used to own a GS, but now I'm thinkin bigger than Lexus
I will call it, crash boards like Ben Wallace
Flow for

make salsa

Tomato, tomato, it's all sauce-less
This feel like Draino to y'all faucets
Superhero, this my negro, sauced this flow
They hear my shit,

I️ went outside , and I️ was homeless , I️ just want to outshine,  all of the niggas that tried to throw shade on me , when I️ was hungry , for food

won't back trash
I'm not scared of the backlash
All that hype is sure to crash
I know, I know, you got the cash
You got the drip, I got the flow
I mean,

to make it!
No hesitating, just elevating
Prepare yourself and plan a way in
Everything’s right there, it's all for the taking
Tomorrow ain’t promised so

Young billy goat shit
I got some bullets for you niggas on that hoe shit
Back in the days I was good for exposin
These days y’all would take

breaking down them Bows
I be smiling counting paper
Getting money off the flows
Got em watching
All eyes on me
Let me strike pose
Like a ref she tryna blow

back, Thanking my god

Pickin’ up where I left off
Writing these songs
Talking god, Giving my all
I’m ready to ball, Looking at everything
I want it all