Go With the Flow

Yeah, here we go... just go with the flow
 Yeah, here we go... just go with the flow
 Yeah, here we go... just go with the flow
 Yo, I'd like to check this microphone before I start right quick
 Microphone check 2, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2
 Big up all the Monsta Island massive
 And beware before I triple dare you like the last kid
 Who ask me what we don't got that you got son
 For one, flow that's elementary my dear Wat-son
 Secondly, ever since I was little
 Not so much to riddle, least rhyme to the syllable
 Keep tracks that make a Arab thief clap
 With no hands, I chop these drums off
 Truly yours, G Rap
 Actual fact, relax
 In this land of lyrical loss, black
 I'm not the cool sleet stack
 The one who might stop and talk to you
 Poison to few, niggas who be bitin styles I'm like pork to
 Oooh... what you got to lose? Let mud fly
 When I got blues I chew whole crews that's bud dry
 So I ask why the style's from the cess
 Shit be fuckin with my eye as I pull it to the chest
 The super muthafuckin' villain grip the mic wit an iron hand
 Throwin emcees to the fire from out da fryin' pan
 It ain't no use in tryin, man
 Son, stop cryin
 Frontin' like you death-defyin'
 You need to stop lyin'
 Speak your piece only once you're spoken to first
 Now lemme hear your verse while I'm chokin' you
 With bubbly fine rhymes like a editor
 Throw them to my collection of skulls and spines like Predator
 Fuck around, the only niggas who could hear the same sound (who?)
 Was Jet Jaguar and James Brown
 (Yeah, yeah only them two niggas?)
 And I'm glad I took the time to write their names down to big 'em up
 (True, true)
 I'd like to say hi
 It's fly the odd Merlin
 That's quick to whip up a script like Rod Sterling
 bad bitch who used to whip the Sterling
 Who see God?, never see God earlin'
 My man Grimm had his little monkey like Space Ghost
 Me myself I got flavors that out-taste most
 With numb gums, some rhymers is lake toast
 Back to you MF Doom, you late show host
 S to the U to the P E R-uh
 Who chronicle these times in a 3-D horror
 co-star or in a realer drama
 Who break bread with stingy kin-men, indian borrower
 Lone gunmen who candidly flip fly floes
 Single-handedly with one eye closed
 In a fly pose, no shirt
 May see me stack the quarter-mill cash pay
 That's in a smash way how he did it
 Muthafucka probably couldn't peep it past a minute