Main Flow - Behind the Lines lyrics

[18 second long intro skit about cops frisking for d**] [1- Main Flow] It's hard to define these vets, behind the lines where we find these threats Chinese connects, with jets like Siamese pets Who in your household {?} the gold Thousand to fold, not livin life, out in the cold Never twist blurry worry if the wrist hurry miss the jury It's just {??} to watch "Fists of Fury" A border scene, don't try to trap me in a submarine Love the green, snub your team for the love between Flex sounds, 200 down on some next pounds And check rounds, 'spect clowns and wreck towns Prepare the intro, low pretend don't sell the intro Tell momento, limo to el central We high drive, wreck my rains on I-5 Revive alive, survive dives with wise lies Police recovery, helicopts the other see A dozen flee, sellin big crops will cover me [another 20 second skit, cops frisking people] [2- Main Flow] Check out my flowcharts, low hold starts like Mozart Pose arts and blow darts to Bogarts To force the 80 men, subterranean, move your lady in Shady blend, 80 wins, Mercedes Benz Crime toss, {?} the boss, clappin the sauce Opposite cross, rap with the force, chop shop hit a loss Tone detail, sold in retail Hold heats well, cheats sell, gold to eat well Toastin sh**, whenever it's appropriate Number one a**ociate, let's see how close it get Knock a tail, hoppin up the block to chill Rock a mill', coppin my daughter a co*katiel We operate, no minutes late, phonin the gate Home of the safe, Roman estates, blown dome if you wait You know my steez, first reverse who happen to leak search When leaves burst we travel to Caesar's [scratching] [3 - Main Flow] Who bring the brand new, lyrics get ran through when I land to Bamboo, n***as ramble, a hundred grand blew No facts, flow with a ax, go with the tracks Know when to lax, 'dro in the packs, cats owin me backs Blow smoke, I know a slowpoke, too low to go broke And ain't no joke, and love the 'dro choke We block pagers, stages for the rock of ages Stop wages, we'll mosh for the locks of cages Slow remain after the rain like Coltrane The flow slang, expose game on dope planes Get your {?} slapped, cash and ran raps, your plan tapped And your hand dapped, of course you layin track Big money style, my n***as gettin funny trials Honey child, is a.k.a. sunny now Dry lips, got dips, returnin from the pot trips Princess Di whips, sit back and watch the fly clips [skit for 85 seconds about Italian dons and d** until the end]