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Correct Freaky Flow Lyrics
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My flow is vivid I give it two-hundred percent That's a hundred for me And a hundred for the rent I know whatcha meant, joe, I gotta flow too Cause they wack every show I go to I be leavin' I don't be beleavin' they be even Beleave in they own shit Actin' like they owwwn, shit Butcha never will So you better chill Or getcha grill, peice, torn by the beast You get the claws Across your jaws Hear the roars Now we gonna lock the doors Your trapped in a rap like a def game A left came, then a right, then a fight came, Then a light came, then an eternal night came Now your in it, in less than a minute Don't ever try to battle cause your never gonna win it You better know your limit boy You better know your limit. (chourous: (jeru the damaja) got a, freaky, freaky Freaky freaky flow. (brother j.) it's freaky deaky It's freaky deaky. 2x Verse 2: I'm here Not fronichole, but lyrically present I'm in the flesh, yo, ain't it fresh I got that special ed shit Slap that dead shit Now play this Now say this (your the greatist) I got enough to stuff into the ladies I rub her with a rubber But I'm lyrically raw Protect your neck and double check your jaw Cause I'm gettin' bummy A'yo I'm still gettin' money Yo, ain't it funny How you can't take the ghetto out the ed-o Maybe I'm just crazy Why I think, I wanna kill my shrink I see, pink hearts, yellow moons, orange stars, and green clovers, And red blood all over, a dead leprechan With a time bomb tied to it's arm In saigon somewhere on a farm I gotta calm, down And hit the wright wire Or fight fire Maybe it's a premenission, or intuition Or some kind of vision But either way, I'm on a lyrical mission. Chorus 2x Verse 3: I think it's because I break the laws of language Like a sandwich I eat the whole beat On whole wheat Cause it's good for your teeth Imagine a vaginal nigga like you on the street Back on the concrete Feet up Gettin' beat up So when we meet up, give your seat up And rise The honorable ed is presiding Stop biting, stop writing, stop hidin I hate fish motherfuckers, but I like writting And snappa, blue fish I go to one fish two fish Or some lobster No I'm not a mobster, but medoddion If I was white I might say: party on, dude But I'm the original rude With the new york talk So just peep, because the skills go deep So look, and think about it, before you leap. Chorus 2x
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