Q - Flavour lyrics

[Intro] Uh...can you turn up the flavor on my headphones when I spit on the mike? Louder...adjust the levels...ok [Verse 1: GP] Champagne Victorian, sitting in a DeLorean Sporting an all white suit, a historian youth I'm restoring the truth but shawty telling me She only wanna ride in the coupe a bit more And just stay on the path that we headed En route to the top of these radio booths But I'm trying to make waves larger than Philippine typhoons I'm not concerned with shooting hoops Or getting stuck in the loop Like majority of underprivileged black youth getting Cuffed and stuffed in the back of a cruise See I keep shooting for the moon like these terrorist troops I'll be-headed to be bedded with three elegant slus Be better with booze, I see better in two's Let these veterans choose to lead the new movement Who is GP with an arrow and a bow-legged b**h? Looking for a new fix for the moment Let's get back to the basics Let's put gats in their faces with acids and bases I'm faced with a Pyrex dish cooking in a new pot Spit crack, meth lab in the basement He's the master-crafted a**ailant and ba*tard aristocrat a**a**inating rhythm via lyrical ambition While these pussies run away like missing cats [Hook: King Caexar x Q x GP] (Come check my) Flavour salt and peppered My needle scratch the record, Flavour salt and peppered My needle scratch the record (Come check my) Flavour salt and peppered My needle scratch the record, Flavour salt and peppered My needle scratch the record [Verse 2: King Caexar] And I reckon there's some gold that's trapped in this Bering Cousteau so I scoop like herons with some herring n***as beckon like a pedo tryna lure an adolescent off a stoop to get em nude for a second, this tongue is used as a weapon since I've proved to wrap tighter than new era denim Tempest gotta n***a chained and tied to the hook like dominatrix dungeon, place filled to every cranny and nook Like Jenny Craig b**hes plates at a luncheon Flow lewd and repugnant, that's renal juice that's abundant pissing off these b**hes, golden showers from the brethren barehanded, he's a savage, only time I ever spoon Is when i f** in a cuddle with ya b**h in a minivan Stuck in a puddle, so the whip sits slanted Mud-blooded so a couple leave enchanted Rooms flooded when the flow sits stagnant Bursting bubbles going deep like Ka**em Sticking em like Gecko on that wallpaper pattern Fists thrown at random like the backhand of parents Pissed they caught a hint of sarcasm Plenty scum with cerebellum, on the street, but Hoodlums never dream to get to beat on these conundrums I'm raps Edward Enigma, defected from stigma With lyrical golems, he's an awkwardly n***a With bodily figure of ritual totems Livers we douse em in liquor So n***as is looser than smuggler colons So how is he bigger? when it's been lopsided Like these nuts that's hang inside of my scrotum [Hook: King Caexar x Q x GP] (Come check my) Flavour salt and peppered My needle scratch the record, Flavour salt and peppered My needle scratch the record (Come check my) Flavour salt and peppered My needle scratch the record, Flavour salt and peppered My needle scratch the record Flavour salt and peppered My needle scratch the record, Flavour salt and peppered My needle scratch the record You and me are not the same....