[Hook] Flow flow Here come the Lords Flow flow Here come the Lords Flow flow Here come the Lords Flow flow Here come the Lords Mc's with the mic cords
[Verse One] [Mr. Funkee] 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
[Hook] Flow flow On and on and on and Flow flow On and on and on and Flow flow On and on and on and Flow flow On and on and on
[Verse Two] [Kid Deleon] 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
[Hook] Flow flow On and on and on and Flow flow On and on and on and Flow flow On and on and on and Flow flow On and on and on and
[Verse Three] [Doitall] 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
[Mr. Funkee] Kick it, you're such a bad bro The Lords can't flow (WHAT? YOUR MOTHER CAN'T FLOW!)
[Hook] Flow flow On and on and on and Flow flow On and on and on and Flow flow On and on and on and Flow flow On and on and on and
[Verse Four] [Sah-B] 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
[Hook] Flow flow On and on and on and Flow flow On and on and on and Flow flow On and on and on and Flow flow On and on and on and
Flow flow Flow Flow flow Flow Flow flow Flow Flow flow Flow On and on and on and Flow flow On and on and on and Flow flow On and on and on and Flow flow On and on and on and