The Flowers

By Greg Enemy

On Xtra Small

Released on September 27, 2011

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One for the money, nothing for these hoes

Two for my seƱoritas in the front row

Three for my niggas, you already know

Four for the flow, like the head here go

One for the money, nothing for these hoes

Two for my mademoiselles in the front row

Three for my niggas, you already know

Four for the flow, let the motherfucker [?]


[verse 1]

With little introduction, straight to the demonstration

Elevate the culture, showing you my cultivation

The raw elements, beautiful black soul

That pure excellence, that's how I let it grow

Rose petal flow powdered into subtlety

Showered under my reign, bathed in it comfortably

Glad that you arrived, y'all good company

And hope to see you smile, that's true luxury

Here to challenge what you consider talent is

Caution to the wind, snatching out your training wheels

And push you down the hill, better get your balance

And notice these surroundings, better than you imagined

Yeah, that forward motion got you noticing the pattern

You feel a breeze at the speed that we travel

Let that pedal be your mind, but if ever you're inclined

Make sure you take yo time to stop, and smell the flowers


[hook 2x]

Roll down the window, feel that breeze

Ain't a lot of niggas doing things like me

Shine brighter than a sunlight ray

Take it all in, while I do my thing


[verse 2]

With each breath I cheat death, so each step

Leaves a deep footprint, I don't take weak steps

Born ready, hold steady on your mark then set

Swan-dive from up high, y'all get y'all feet wet

Young, black, and gifted, still talk that slick shit

And what I sketch is a real clear depiction

A still water that I'm tryna reflect, uhuh

I'm still swimming and I ain't sank yet

And even when idle days bring tidal waves

I don't lay by the shore, but I be tryna surf 'em

Eye of the storm, cold gaze never seemed to rattle my cage

I straight boogieboard right up to the surface never point blank range

Sharpshooting moving targets out the terrace

On the roof, sniper position, peep the rightful position

Never turn out lights, whenever I leave the room

I always got the power, wake up and smell the flowers


[hook 2x]

Roll down the window, feel that breeze

Ain't a lot of niggas doing things like me

Shine brighter than a sunlight ray

Take it all in, while I do my thing