man MC Homicide and DJ Fatal Twin one and two my man Milk My man Fred Dawg, the O.G.B. crew Y'all know how we flow And I'ma drop it like this y'all Oh
's go where it's nice and quiet Where there's nobody, there's nobody else around Let's sit by a cozy lit fire And we can be in each other's company Now
dog" To, "Yeah, that nigga dead" What the fuck is all this? News to me Dog it's like shit ain't what it used to be See some niggas choose to be on the other
getting booed when you was ripping it And sick of never having dough and you wanted to put an end to it What good's all kinds of dough, plus all kinds of flow
shaking like snow-globes Other sort safety in numbers, other's flows got towed under (yeah) Still another took a turn and crashed and burned while others
let it flow.. G-Wiz let it flow "And I am MC Heavy D.." [scratched] T-Roy it flow, Pete Rock let it flow D.O. let it flow, Nick T let it flow Eddie F
of course cocaine. [Host:] On one hand, you're saying the United States government is spending millions of dollars to eliminate the flow of drugs onto
his prize-winning terrier Then next day the old fool brought little Biko to school And we all had to watch as he buried her His eulogy to Biko had all the tears a-flowing
Put me behind bars, cause Mister A&R Man's Bout to get fucked in his asshole and brother I'm not even gay Shay, shay, shay! The president of the company
we do what we do And God Bless Chris, Flower, Dante and little Clue We gotta make it right Cause Mr. Gilmore is laughing at us Killing each other Over
on a mountain. companies could see. listening to a whisper. to touch. to taste. you flow like a river of bass vibration. to touch. to taste. you flow
flow And in every face I meet Reminds me of what I have run from In every man, in every hand In every kiss, you understand That living is for other men
, freakin Aeon Flux in a black tux, so back up, Tiger Chan, damn in the jam or in the flow, 90 degrees with the Three's Company afro, crack the Newcastle
A.K.A. character Most of you groups out there are so wack, looking at my shoes in my videos The back of my album cover, and stealing my marketing plan Like you inventing something new to the company
, YOU.. 1987 I was at the Latin Quarters Listenin to Afrika Bambaata give the order The call of the order was to avoid the slaughter He said, "Record companies
game the block hard to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings in fair times so writing rhymes it ain't just the police we kill each other just lost
lugers Lift spitting & twist just Flesh confronted nobody want it son I eclipse with flowin showing I?m wicked Lyrics murderin myths with No remorse a different flow
rowdy Add it on a dope beat; and here it'll make you think Some suckers just tickle me pink to my stomach Cause they don't flow like this one You know