Go With the Flow (Original 12″ Version)

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 microphone before I start Yeah go ahead, check it, check it See, you on the level Yeah yeah, it's good? Yeah, yeah, check it out First 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 elementary my dear Watson And secondly, ever since I was little Not so much to riddle, but at least rhyme to the syllables 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 I'm like pork too Ooh, what you got to lose? Let mud fly When I got the blues I chew whole crews that's bud dry So I ask why the style's from the cess Shit be fucking with my eye as I pull it to the chest The Super motherfuckin' Villain grip the mic with an iron hand Throwing 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 but 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 Who eye on bad bitch who used to whip the Sterling Who see God tore but never see God hurlin' 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, your 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, I candidly flip fly flows Single-handedly with one eye closed In a fly pose, no shirt Alayé May see me stack the quarter-mill cash pay That's that inner smash way how he did it You motherfuckers probably didn't know it past the minute, the good shit [Outro] Word (go with the flow) Yeah, yo, I'd like to give a special shout-out Raamers and L. Rockwell Since depths of Hell, Pure Mathematics Fold 'em stacks like crack-matics [?] Supreme Love Allah, Prince Love Allah [?] Master Sword [?] Peace Ayo yo, yeah yo, it's MF BS shout out MF Grimm, The Magician God-U now [?] GM, Kong [?] city strong Metal Face DOOM Your Concurrence In The Above Is Assumed Yo let that beat bop, man