Bipolar Freestyle

Album cover art for "Bipolar Freestyle" by Flowsik (플로우식)

Flowsik (플로우식) - Rap, South Korea (대한민국)

Bipolar Freestyle

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[플로우식 "Bipolar Freestyle" 가사] [Chorus] Yuh, is he 한국인? Is he a 미국인? All my life, I was a foreigner This yellow kid was never human, he's different That's right, man, he came from Andromeda Out of this world from the heavens, a blessing, he's shining 'Cause God put a star in him Started from age fifteen, started killing emcees Too much for the coroner Good morning [Verse 1] Yeah, the son's back on the come-up Rrrattatta with the flow, I'm like a drummer I've been hot, summer down in Bahamas (Woo) Time to make it rain, I'm Raiden with the thunder (Brraa) Flow still sharp like a cookie cuttеr (Ch-ch-ch) Ch-ch-chop you up easy as butter My heart cold as thе tundra 던져 니 주먹s, put your little guns up (Yeah, let's get it) Flame throw fueling the fire, I did too many times I blew too many minds (Too many) 'Til this day, you pray for my demise I'm wise, but no longer will I put down my pride (No) Fell for the trap, started rapping over trap beats But I'm way too fast for the track meet Pull a U-turn, you can't pass me Fuck the backseat, take the trunk Frisbee, let it go, then I bring it back, man It's far (Woo) from luck, I'm back like Donald Trump Got a lot of love, but obviously not enough (Nah) Man, I'm breaking the quota, get my bodies up (Uh) Never sell out, I'll fuck Illuminati up Monday to Sunday, my best day (Best day) I am insane in the membrane (Membrane) Making you fall on your head from a head-fake Booboo need a bandaid, fentanyl and Bengay Minus one hundred eighty degrees, better bow to your sensei Still rapping like I gotta get the fucking rent paid Pump these weights with no rest days Way I run it everyday is leg day, bitch [Chorus] Is he 한국인? Is he a 미국인? All my life, I was a foreigner This yellow kid was never human, he's different That's right, man, he came from Andromeda Out of this world from the heavens, a blessing, he's shining 'Cause God put a star in him Started from age fifteen, started killing emcees Too much for the coroner Good morning [Post-Chorus] Gee-gee Uh Gee-gee Let's keep going, man [Verse 2] Yo, get on your knees and cry me a river Karma ain't a bitch, he's a yellow emcee, watch how I deliver Want to keep your head? Better head for the exits when I enter I rip this shit like paper shredder, then make more cheddar Make no mistakes I'm A-O-K , you way too fake You can never relate 'cause I'm way too better Pop-tang-rang reload, your words carry no weight keto Yeah, fuck six feet, you go way down below Straight to hell, turn this cat into a Cheetoh Poking holes with chopsticks, I'm wilding Holes in your skull and spill out your knowledge Holes in your clothes then hit up your stylist, I've chosen violence (Switch that) Nothing but squares, I figured them out like a Rubiks Pack that Uhaul dog, you better move it Flow so sick, spit out nothing but mucus Must be on shrooms, fucking with me is an illusion Cool whip on her tulips, she's acting foolish Nonsense, call your bluff, I'm calling bullshit Bitch don't touch, I'm way too exclusive Suck my balls and my pool stick Shit on you, emcees, pee on your beat Elon makes shit beyond belief Keanu Reeves, a star ahead by eons You will never be on my league, yeah Stevie, I wonder 'cause I don't see y'all You're in the building? You're in the ER Your heart can't go on no Celine Dion I'm the yellow Grim Reaper with the black hoody on (What's popping?) Yeah (Yeah), yeah, 양상추s in my 주머니 Make you disappear like 우주먼지 (Pop, pop) 흔들린 목걸이 drop on your 무덤이 Yeah (Yeah), yeah, you rappers are fake as your jewelry Act like you hard, but you're never pursuing me Hungry as fuck, and you're looking like food to me I pop off, then reload

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Credits

Writers
  • Flowsik (플로우식)
  • Gabriel Cho