Flowin'

Conquest got me... Conquest got me... Hey yo, I been flowing for time Getting open with lines High off this verse, it's kinda like I'm smoking a rhyme Going for mine, acting like I know it's the time The beat sound dope, so my vocals incline With a spliff of the mersh, I'll be twisting a verse Never minimal, drink liquor 'til my syllables merge Hilltown top, I act like the king of the world Keep running it hot 'til I finish in first, so what? Yo, it's the Count Dracula, smacking You straight out of the picture frame Jacking and racking your thots, packing the jimmy hats In fact, I'ma spit your rap back at ya Distraction tactics, sit back, I'm macking ya Unfunny feelings swelling up inside (Hey, don't you love this guy?) Guess who's getting laid tonight? Trust, I'ma tell it like no other brother ever spat it Take it as it comes, blud, you know we're never ratting We keep searching 'til our minds turn My nation's drunk off of liquor that make your chest burn Party is on Neglecting facts is a habit when the living ain't long I wanna live for today so I can die a next one When the pressure comes ringing my bell, where do I stand? Under strength to my lyric while I figure a plan Keep it straight with my women 'cause they wanted a 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 Buzzing, Mr. R, the second, the Redman, uh Flowing Sometimes it gets deep but you know that the rhymes keep Flowing It's the never-ending cycle of beats, rhymes, life, we keep it Flowing From the one acapella to the hip-hop beat, we're Flowing Everybody making music for the love, not the money, keep it Flowing Orifice, Fogatron, Mathew Radics, Sir Cee, we're Flowing From the pen to the pad to the mic, don't you know we keep it Flowing Sounds sweet and you know Dag Nabbit made the beat, it's Flowing Yo, now I stress flows, bless flows, mic check flows The finesse, fresh, direct, no pirate flows Pen and pad on the phone, even type text flows Hope it's my last rhyme to shock my next flow Do a next show, chill, cool the set, bro Why? Move too fast, you need to press slow I rise like the cess blow, foreign to this world I been begging to get home Yo, my shit's riveting, pivotal trendsetter Instilling stage fright into minuscule bed wetters Next level rapper, fuck a figure of speech I'm lyrically disfiguring chiefs, beginners and freaks Firm beggars give the darkest demons the creeps I cut you up without so much as even a scream or a screech My thoughts could torture all the while your synergy sleeps You might be the big boss but your wifey sleeping with G's Flowing, just like water, train tracks to brainwaves Bust pipes, the bloodclot provoke, fear and rage In the red zone where my bloodlust locked away For the sake of the people I love, I'm staying sane But situations always stressing my brain Staying cool, motherfuckers putting heat to my veins Playing fools, never wanna see the day I walk with murderous tools So I lay low, let peace prevail, yo Burners and lyricists, whether night or day, oh Lock down the beats and allow the foul play Flowing Sometimes it gets deep but you know that the rhymes keep Flowing It's the never-ending cycle of beats, rhymes, life, we keep it Flowing From the one acapella to the hip-hop beat, we're Flowing Everybody making music for the love, not the money, keep it Flowing Orifice, Fogatron, Mathew Radics, Sir Cee, we're Flowing From the pen to the pad to the mic, don't you know we keep it Flowing Sounds sweet and you know Dag Nabbit made the beat, it's Flowing Conquest got me... Conquest got me... Conquest got me... Conquest got me...