[Intro]
Yeah, stop playing, stop being stupid and shit
"Yeah, here we go, just go with the flow"
"Yeah, here we go, just go with the flow"
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I like to check this microphone before I start
Yeah go ahead, check it, check it
See, you on the level
Yeah yeah, it's good?
Yeah, yeah, check it out
First verse I'd like to say
[Verse 1: MF DOOM]
Big up to all the Monsta Island massive
And beware before I triple dare you like the last kid
He ask me what we don't got that you got, son
For one, flow that's elementary my dear Watson
And secondly, ever since I was little
Not so much to riddle, but at least rhyme to the syllables
I keep tracks that make a Arab thief clap
With no hands, I chop these drums off, Truly Yours, off G Rap
Actual fact, relax, off 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 you, niggas who be bitin' styles I'm like pork too
Ooh, what you got to lose? Let mud fly
When I got the blues I chew whole crews that's bud dry
So I ask why the styes from the cess
Shit be fucking with my eye as I pull it to the chest
The Super motherfuckin' Villain grip the mic with an iron hand
Throwing MCs to the fire from out the fryin' pan
It ain't no use in trying, man, son stop crying
You frontin' like you death-defyin', you need to stop lyin'
Speak your piece but only once you're spoken to first
Now let me hear your verse while I'm chokin' you
With well refined rhymes like an editor
Throw them to my collections of skulls and spines like a Predator
Fuck around, the only niggas who could hear the same sound
(Was who?) Jet Jaguar and James Brown
[Break]
(Word, only them two niggas?)
And I'm glad I took the time to write their names down to big them up
(True, true)
[Verse 2: DOOM as Sci.Fly]
I'd like to say, "Hi", it's Sci.Fly the odd Merlin
That's quick to whip up a script like Rod Sterling
Who eye on bad bitch who used to whip the Sterling
Who see God tore but never see God hurlin'
My man Grimm had his little monkey like Space Ghost
Me and myself, I got flavors that out-taste most
With numb gums, some rhymers is lactose
Back to you MF DOOM, your late show host
[Verse 3: MF DOOM]
S to the U to the P-E-R-uh
I chronicle these times in a 3D horror
Thriller porno co-star-uh in a realer drama
Break bread with stingy kin-men, indian borrower
The lone gunmen, I candidly flip fly flows
Single-handedly with one eye closed
In a fly pose, no shirt Alayé
May see me stack the quarter-mill cash pay
That's that inner smash way how he did it
You motherfuckers probably didn't know it past the minute, the good shit
[Outro]
Word (Go with the flow)
Yeah, yo, I'd like to give a special shout-out
Raamers and L. Rockwell
Since depths of Hell, Pure Mathematics
Fold 'em stacks like crack-matics
[?] Supreme Love Allah, Prince Love Allah
[?] Master Sword
[?]
Peace
Ayo yo, yeah yo, it's MF
BS shout out MF Grimm, The Magician
God-U now
[?] GM, Kong
[?] city strong
Metal Face DOOM
Your Concurrence In The Above Is Assumed
Yo let that beat bop, man
(Yeah here we go, just with the flow)
(Yeah here we go, just with the flow)
(Yeah here we go, just with the flow)