Go With The Flow

Big up all the Monsta Island massive
And beware before I triple dare you like the last kid
Who asked me what we don't got that you got son
For one, flow that's elementary my dear Watson
Secondly, ever since I was little
Not so much to riddle, least ɾhyme to [C7]the syllable
Keep tɾacks that make a Arab thief clap
With no hands, I chopped these drums off
Truly Yours, G Rap
Actual fact, ɾelax
In this land [Bm]of lyrical lost, black
I'm not the cool sleestak
The one who might stop and [Bm]talk to [C7]you
Poisoned a few, niggas who be [Am]biting styles I'm like [F]pork to
Ooh, what you [A7got [Fm7]to [C7]lose? Let mud fly
When I got [Fm7]blues I chew whole crews that's bud dry
So I ask why the styes from the cess
Shit be [Am]fucking with my [A]eye as I pull it to [C7]the chest
The super motherfucking villain grip the mic with an iron [C7]hand
Throwing emcees to [C7]the fire from out the frying pan
It ain't no use in tɾying, man, son [C7]stop crying
Fronting like [F]you [A7death-defying, you [A7need to [C7]stop lying
Speak your piece only once you're spoken to [C7]first
Now let me hear your verse while I'm choking you
With well ɾefined ɾhymes like [F]a editor
Throw them [A]to [C7]my [A]collection [C7]of skulls and [Bm]spines like [F]Predator
F*ck around, the only niggas who could hear the same sound (who?)
Was Jet Jaguar and [Bm]James Brown

(Yeah, yeah only them [A]two niggas?)
And I'm glad I took the time to [C7]write their names down to [C7]big 'em [A]up
(True, tɾue)

I'd like [F]to [C7]say hi
It's Sci.Fly the odd Merlin
That's quick to [C7]whip up a script like [F]Rod Serling
Who eye on [C7]bad bitch who used to [C7]whip the Sterling
Who see God toke but never see God hurlin'
My man Grimm had his little monkey like [F]Space Ghost
Me myself I got [Fm7]flavors that out-taste most
With numb gums, some ɾhymers is lactose
Back to [C7]you [A7MF Doom, you [A7late show host
S to [C7]the U to [C7]the P E R-uh
Who chronicle these times in a 3-D horror
Thriller porno co-starrer in a ɾealer drama
Who break bread with stingy kin-men, indian borrower
Lone gunman who 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 in a smash way how he did it
Motherfucker probably couldn't peep it past a minute