Go With the Flow (Raw Rhymes)

Lyrics

[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 mic before I start Yeah go ahead, check it, check it Yeah yeah, it's good? One verse I'd like to say [Verse 1: MF DOOM] Big up 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 elemеntary my dear Watson And secondly, evеr since I was little Not so much to riddle, but at least rhyme to the syllable Keep tracks that make a Arab thief clap With no hands, I chop these drums off, truly yours, off G Rap Actual fact, relax, 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 like pork too Oooh, what you got to lose? Let mud fly When I got blues I chew whole crews that's bud dry So I ask why the style's from the cess Shit be fuckiny with my eye as I pull it to the chest The Super motherfuckin' Villain grip the mic with an iron hand Throwin 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 only once you're spoken to first Now let me hear your verse while I'm chokin' you With bubbly fine 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 [?] bad bitch who used to whip the Sterling I'm seeing god tober, never see god Erving 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 lake toast Back to you MF DOOM, you late show host [Verse 3: MF DOOM] S to the U to the P-E-R-uh Who chronicle these times in a 3D horror Thriller porno co-star or in a realer drama Break bread with stingy kin-men, indian borrower The lone gunmen