C'mon 
 Flow flow 
 Here come the lords 
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 Here come the lords 
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 Here come the lords 
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 Here come the lords 
 Mc's with the mic cords 
    I grab the microphone and rock, grab my doe and then I split 
 I'm too quick with my lips come and jump up on the tip 
 Okay okay now stop, it was fun while it lasted 
 Now back up little man, or get that ass blasted 
 You talk about a battle, psst 
 You big jackass   
 Why don't get my services, kick my black ass 
 You call yourself mc? C'mon you must be kiddin' 
 (Yo he tried to grab the mic!) 
 Haha, no he didn't 
 I'm nice, I'm known to get smooth like green velvet 
 They ask me, "why so funky?" I say, "damn, I can't help it." 
 Mcs try to step to me but their not legit 
 You think you're flowin' like the funkee man? 
 Shhhhit   
 Flow flow 
 On and on and on and 
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 Back up punk, the vibes will almost put fear in you niggas 
 I execute the astonishing with my rap trigger 
 Cause I left bodies back in texas like in the cemetary 
 And I'm ready to rip up shit like out of the ordinary 
 Like? Man, daily I'm the one who sing 
 No fuck that shit, I'm from the south and from a rope you'll swing 
 So start believin' what they're rappin' on the record yo!   
 They be like talkin' the mad shit, went on and check it so! 
 I stay away when I can, I mean like fuck that shit 
 If I don't like you I walk up to you and tell you bitch 
 See that's the way the cowboy's do so act like you know 
 So call the traffic control to know which way to go 
 I fly that fuckin' head off like continental 
 And mastered that boom bam like an oriental 
 I made you with your fuckin' ass you caught the vapors 
 And now when you takin' a shit you wipe your mouth with toliet paper   
 Flow flow 
 On and on and on and 
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 Straight from the realm of my underground madness 
 My mouth is on some shit now my lips need chap stick 
 With intro and intros only done by low tongue 
 Excuse me, y'all don't know us, but the lord is are a fuckin' bum 
 Even if there's no church on sunday 
 Praise the lords everyday, not one day 
 Amen, amen 
 Go ahead and get to it 
 (Praise the lords!)   
 Yeah, you know how to do it 
 I got the skills that's packed and piles of stacks 
 And if you're wonderin', they're labeled rough raps 
 I give it up or should I say I gave it 
 So don't try to play me cause I'm not the one to play with it 
 I hit the skins in all types of fashion 
 Treat it like a sport and call the sport ass crashin' 
 And on the mic with the port that had a short! 
 And ripped it down with my mad train of thought! 
 I'm overflowin' with skill pops and peas 
 So when you hear that I rap, oh doitall please   
 Kick it, you're such a bad bro 
 The lords can't flow 
 (What? Your mother can't flow!) 
 Flow flow 
 On and on and on and 
 Flow flow 
 On and on and on and 
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 On and on and on and 
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 On and on and on and   
 Ama, amen 
 Can I get an amen? 
 ? Flip trip like I was in gym (whoo!) 
 I got the feelin' 
 I'm ready to storm shit up 
 Warm it up, cause the form is blowin' up 
 Take ya take ya take ya to a new type atmosphere 
 Don't even worry cause you're almost there dear 
 Let your right brain focus on the beat   
 Then the left pick up the vocals on a different type frequency 
 Now you're ready for the test 
 Now here we go 
 Don't get nervous, cause it's easy, for real do' 
 I do my part as I rip shop and combine 
 For those who want work I get up in ya like a tampon 
 I know you like to hear that rated r rough shit 
 So I came equipped with the rhymes that don't slip 
 They keep comin' and comin' just like an orgasm 
 I feel gratification, sation when I'm grabbin'   
 A microphone, check one, check the two to three 
 Check the s.a.h. Dash and check the b 
 You probably didn't know a female could flow as hard as this 
 Did I show and prove or do you wanna hear this? 
 As I get props 
 Spank and rip shop, suckers get dropped, they can't fuck with the hip hop 
 And how about I go break it on this part of the rhyme 
 Slam the track, stop the rappin' and whine, whine, whine 
 Now I'm back to my ill flow 
 You think of steppin' to this shhhhhhittt 
 That's a no no   
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