C'mon
[Hook]
Flow flow
Here come the Lords
Flow flow
Here come the Lords
Flow flow
Here come the Lords
Flow flow
Here come the Lords
Mc's with the mic cords
[Verse One] [Mr. Funkee]
I grab the microphone and rock, grab my doe and then I split
I'm too quick with my lips come and jump up on the tip
Okay okay now stop, it was fun while it lasted
Now back up little man, or get that a** blasted
You talk about a battle, psst
You big jacka**
Why don't get my services, kick my black a**
You call yourself MC? C'mon you must be kiddin'
(Yo he tried to grab the mic!)
Haha, no he didn't
I'm nice, I'm known to get smooth like green velvet
They ask me, "Why so funky?" I say, "Damn, I can't help it."
MCs try to step to me but their not legit
You think you're flowin' like the Funkee Man?
Shhhhit
[Hook]
Flow flow
On and on and on and
Flow flow
On and on and on and
Flow flow
On and on and on and
Flow flow
On and on and on
[Verse Two] [Kid Deleon]
Back up punk, the vibes will almost put fear in you n***as
I execute the astonishing with my rap trigger
Cause I left bodies back in Texas like in the cemetary
And I'm ready to rip up sh** like out of the ordinary
Like ? man, daily I'm the one who sing
No f** that sh**, I'm from the south and from a rope you'll swing
So start believin' what they're rappin' on the record YO!
They be like talkin' the mad sh**, went on and check it SO!
I stay away when I can, I mean like f** that sh**
If I don't like you I walk up to you and tell you b**h
See that's the way the cowboy's do so act like you know
So call the traffic control to know which way to go
I fly that f**in' head off like Continental
And mastered that boom bam like an oriental
I made you with your f**in' a** you caught the vapors
And now when you takin' a sh** you wipe your mouth with toliet paper
[Hook]
Flow flow
On and on and on and
Flow flow
On and on and on and
Flow flow
On and on and on and
Flow flow
On and on and on and
[Verse Three] [Doitall]
Straight from the realm of my underground madness
My mouth is on some sh** now my lips need chap stick
With intro and intros only done by low tongue
Excuse me, y'all don't know us, but the Lord is are a f**in' bum
Even if there's no church on Sunday
Praise the Lords everyday, not one day
Amen, Amen
Go ahead and get to it
(Praise the Lords!)
Yeah, you know how to do it
I got the sk**s that's packed and piles of stacks
And if you're wonderin', they're labeled rough raps
I give it up or should I say I gave it
So don't try to play me cause I'm not the one to play with it
I hit the skins in all types of fashion
Treat it like a sport and call the sport a** crashin'
And on the mic with the port that had a SHORT!
And ripped it down with my mad train of THOUGHT!
I'm overflowin' with sk** pops and peas
So when you hear that I rap, oh Doitall please
[Mr. Funkee]
Kick it, you're such a bad bro
The Lords can't flow
(WHAT? YOUR MOTHER CAN'T FLOW!)
[Hook]
Flow flow
On and on and on and
Flow flow
On and on and on and
Flow flow
On and on and on and
Flow flow
On and on and on and
[Verse Four] [Sah-B]
Ama, amen
Can I get an amen?
? flip trip like I was in gym (whoo!)
I got the feelin'
I'm ready to storm sh** up
Warm it up, cause the form is blowin' up
Take ya take ya take ya to a new type atmosphere
Don't even worry cause you're almost there dear
Let your right brain focus on the beat
Then the left pick up the vocals on a different type frequency
Now you're ready for the test
Now here we go
Don't get nervous, cause it's easy, for real do'
I do my part as I rip shop and combine
For those who want work I get up in ya like a tampon
I know you like to hear that rated R rough sh**
So I came equipped with the rhymes that don't slip
They keep comin' and comin' just like an orgasm
I feel gratification, sation when I'm grabbin'
A microphone, check one, check the two to three
Check the S.A.H. dash and check the B
You probably didn't know a female could flow as hard as this
Did I show and prove or do you wanna hear this?
As I get props
Spank and rip shop, s**ers get dropped, they can't f** with the hip hop
And how about I go break it on this part of the rhyme
Slam the track, stop the rappin' and whine, whine, whine
Now I'm back to my ill flow
You think of steppin' to this SHHHHHHITTT
That's a no no
[Hook]
Flow flow
On and on and on and
Flow flow
On and on and on and
Flow flow
On and on and on and
Flow flow
On and on and on and
Flow flow
Flow
Flow flow
Flow
Flow flow
Flow
Flow flow
Flow
On and on and on and
Flow flow
On and on and on and
Flow flow
On and on and on and
Flow flow
On and on and on and