Flowin' - Foreign Beggars

Skunk has got me…

Skunk has got me…

Yeah…

This skunk has got me…

Ayo, I’ve been flowing for time

Getting open with lines

High off this verse

It’s kind of like I’m smoking a rhyme

Going for mine

Acting like I know it’s the time

The beats sound dope so my vocal’s inclined

With a spliff twisting the verse

Never liquor til my syllables merge

but act like they’re king of the world

Keep running it hot til I finish in first

So what

Yo it’s the Count Dracula

Smacking you straight out of the picture frame

Jacking, I’m racking your dad’s packet of jimmy hats

In fact I’mma spit your rap back at ya

Distraction tactics, sit back I’m mapping ya

Honey funny feelings swelling up inside

(Hey, don’t you love this guy?)

Guess who’s getting laid tonight

Trust, I’mma tell it like no other brother ever spat it

Take it as it comes blad

You know we never ratted

We keep searching til our mind’s turn

My nation’s drunk off a liquor that make your chest burn

Party is on

Neglecting facts is a habit when the living ain’t long

I wanna live it for today so I can die next one

When the pressure comes, ringing my bell, where do i stand?

Under strength an my lyric while i figure a plan

Keep it straight with the women cos they wanted the man

Need some money in my hand to squeeze me out of a jam

If you see me catching joke I’m still a serious man

Getting known for rocking beats up in a session or jam

And if you only check for beats then you don’t care who I am

Buzzin', Mr. I the second to Redman

(Flowin')

Sometimes it gets deep but you know that the rhymes keep

(Flowin')

It’s the never-ending cycle of beats, rhymes, life, we keep it

(Flowin')

From the one acapella to the Hip Hop beat we’re

(Flowin')

Everybody making music for the love not the money keepi’n

(Flowin')

Orifice Vulgatron, Matthew Reddix, XC we’re

(Flowin')

From the pen to the pad to the mic don’t you know we keep it

(Flowin')

Sounds sweet, and you know Dag Nabbit made the beat — it’s

(Flowin')

Now I stress flows

Bless flows

My check flows

The finesse, fresh

Direct, no flows

Pen and pad

Shot my next flow

Do a next show

Chill, call my set bro

Wow, move too fast

You need to press slow

I rise like the cess flow

Foreign to this world

Yo I’ve been begging to get hoes

Yo, my shit’s riveting

Pivoting, trend setter

Instilling stage-fright into minuscule bed-wetters

Next level rapper, fuck a figure of speech

I’m lyrically disfiguring chiefs, beginners, and freaks

Foreign Beggars give the darkest demons the creeps

I’ll cut you up without even so much as a scream or a screech

My thoughts could torture while your synergy sleeps

You might be the big boss but your wife’s sleeping with jeeves