Dratchface - The Flow lyrics

[Sampled audio] "The path is the master of love..." Yeah, the master of love "Away, away..." Away "The flow is the task of Earth today" Yeah, the flow is the task "There is no other way, there is no other way" No other way, uh huh, yeah, word, check it out "Sometimes it was known as The Tale of Pushtushkin the Gay Rabbi" "Lie li lie, lie li li lie lie li lie, lie li lie, lie li lie lie lie li lie li li li lie lie" "The flow is the task of Earth today" [Verse 1: Dratchface] I put a spell on you with my lyrical wizardry Feel ill, like misery manifests itself physically A busy bee, here it is in short like Mini Me Gimme three verses, I'll pick this beat clean with raw delivery Got MC's quivering while I stomp like Jura**ic Park Catch a spark, the ba*tard of rap and cla**ic rock He only spits misogynist sh**, but so clever Still, he don't have no female fans whatsoever His stuff's no better than hood weed, an eerie churl With a dreary girl, so shines a good deed in a weary world A serial k**er, iller than oncologists' patients I'll drop all of this sh** on your faces and top your playlists Bumbling rappers get crumbled like Famous Amos My game is ageless, I break down and just decay sh** Your style's abrasive like macing a date rapist This whole scene is soft like clay, and I aim to shape it Laser focus like LASIK Like Keyser Soyze, my gait changes Mysterious like strangers The flow is f**in outrageous [Verse 2: Dratchface] The words itch your mind a bit You find the wit so tireless Never a grind to sit through my new sh** Cause I do this so fine, you wish your rhymes were his The beating's mine to give 'Stache like, Heineken, play G's like a violin I'm bout to lose it, you're dumber than the sh** you shine your shoes with Yeah you, b**h, I'm through with this fine how-do-you-do sh** My shrew wit's conducive to MC's s**in huge dicks When they're compared to this, the verse is just abusive I'm goin batsh**, rhymes tight like a ratchet Yeah that's it, I got a case of basket A throne is where Dratch sits to call the halfwits on their whack spits MC's lack grit, they're plastic, it's tragic [Verse 3: Dratchface] Yo Tell me who's the best, yo, screw the rest I get the party crashin like Nujabes I'm unscrupulous, shootin through your vest Rhymes stocked like Tommy Chong's buddha chest I'm useless when I'm computerless And these humans are always so humorless I put you to the test But I'm all cooped up in my house all day cuz I'm too depressed Don't stick a beginner before me, I'll rip up his innards The pinnacle, a cynical sinner, untenable vigor You've this to consider: This old pistol will pick y'all off like the pick of the litter and cook you for dinner I got MC's mad they can't top it They're all standoffish and misanthropic I chop it into random topics I lost it, caused sh** to spiral like an abandoned co*kpit I'm off the clock, b**h, album's under my belt You're bummed, I can tell, I brought it unto myself But worry not, I'll have new rhymes in due time For now, why don't you just read back over the ones I just spat and see what you find? Peace [Sampled audio] "So that's it. All my darkest fears, and...everything I'm capable of. That's me"