Baby i've got a lot of questions You better listen up please I wanna know what you want and need To charge up your batteries You got the flow and the
got no fucking Yeezy in Serrato? (You ain't got no Yeezy, nigga?) Stupid, but what the hell do I know? I'm just a Chi-town nigga with a nice flow And
Yeezy in your serados?! (you ain't got no Yeezy nigga?) stupid, But what the fuck do i know? i'm just a Chi-town nigga with a Nas flow and my
and salute the general Energy got the whole system overload Got the [Incomprehensible] got the eardrums about to explode Extra, extra flow be powerful
But I don't really mind when they bouncin' them chicks Imma be, Imma be, Imma, Imma, Imma be rich, baby Imma be, Imma be, Imma Imma be sick with the flow
hoes Pushin' big dicks and packin' our chrome We the flyest gangsters Follow, I'm like a Lamborghini green Diablo Coupe VT, it's like DVD when I flow
We're living by computer The sound is rushing through ya Believe in what your eyes see You're in touch with the energy The rhythm of the heartbeat You
They'll try to make you feel that you're wrong Pull the rug from your feet before you're through If you follow carefully The flow of your energy You
now, fire to fire Hit for hit now, blow for blow The road is vicious, but I'll be victorious Scar for scar, the way a n*gga would flow I'm ready to
Shocka locka... [Cee-Lo] Shit, behold it is me, it is the epitome of extraterrestrial energy Experiment and enter the internals of the inner me The art
checkout lyrics and pump the format Build with skill with technique, computer A-dat My lyrical form is clouds on your brainstorm I get hype, think thought flow
We just need to take it slow So that we can both flow, on the same tempo Take our time (Whoop, whoop) We can flow So that we can both flow on the same
Man)] "Walk on" (yeah, yeah, yeah) [Method Man] It's Meth, back on that old shit Pick my ho's with the same finger I pick my nose with These flows get
can see the possibility Anyway that you wanna be We all got secret emotions Anytime after the midnight hour Now love, don't get short on the action Anyway, you got the energy
pinnacle, now the ideal nickel solos it Little coders to pull again, wrote it quick and they quoted it Yo, when it exposed, the flow be hold it, 'cause
tighter here I go Flows tighter, hot headed as ghost rider Cold hearted as spiderman throwin' a spider in the snow So ya better get to blowin in flow
Go to work and serve MC's in the lunch line But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines go? Who must I show to bust my flow? Where must I
for the lines But never knowing that stream Ley line the spring that's always flowing Spirals up and down then reverse direction Don't you wonder where the energy