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Correct As I Flow On Lyrics
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Grand Daddy I.U.
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Correct As I Flow On
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(It's time for the you to flow again) (On and on and on and on) --> Grand Puba As I flow on, I get a mellow mood set And you ain't heard a MC this smooth yet So act like you know Lay back, pump the track and watch the mack flow And yo, I always give you something dope to swing to Lyrics I bring you, sing to and cling to So pass the mic, let the you flow steadily That means a ( ? ) combined with a melody My vocal tone is smooth, just like Barry White I don't bite, but Tom, Dick or Harry might They always usin wack tracks and strange lines Fiendin to find a smooth way I arrange mines But it's all in your brain So I maintain while I left the remains unexplained You thought the you fell off, hey yo, brother, you're wrong Sit back and take notes as I flow on Let the you flow on (Flow on, flow on) Yo, check the flow, you gots to know there's none smoother The real mack is back with a dope stack manoeuvre What I provide's bonafide, sheer artistry Now who can take r&b and make it as hard as me? No sap who rap achieved such a slick task Crabs try to last, get that [edited] blast quick fast Cause this ain't soft, watered down or diluted you's undisputed, gift swift when I shoot it So erase your thoughts, I ain't about sellin out To me pop is chop, and I don't give a hell about The media, press, whoever don't like it Rhymes hype, just give me a mic and I strike it Eff crossin over, I stay on the real side Some guys in the field tried, but then the appeal died So I sticks to this and stays in my own yard Track is r&b, vocals are bonehard Search the words, nothin soft in the contents And none of that 'Baby, I love you' nonsense Straight up hard rhymes, down to the last verse Chumps pop junk, but my pump always blasts first I bust caps while saps take naps There's no haps, I write raps that burn like claps Thought the you fell off, hey yo, brother, you're wrong Sit back and take notes as I flow on Let the you flow on (Flow on, flow on) (It's time for the you to flow again) (On and on and on and on) --> Grand Puba I make suckers look soft as whipped cream And play low pro' while the hoes on my tip scream So brothers ask how it's done, but actually Bein swift is a gift that come naturally So you can break your neck tryin to imitate But weak rap acts on a track don't stimulate There's only one Daddy you (Daddy U) (Daddy U) They don't believe me, I ain't the brother to step to Come with your all and the you's still standin tall In a brawl I'm hittin harder than a canonball With Kay Cee on the mix Stickin the chicks, vics, and droppin like tons of bricks So bring on the army and send for the coast guard And still get scarred cause the you's hittin most hard You suckers ain't sayin nothin So I'ma wet up your whole set and let the Kay keep cuttin And stack packs on tracks on wax, here's the facts I chop new jacks and so-called macks like a axe You thought the you fell off, well yo, brother, you're wrong Sit back and take notes as I flow on Let the you flow on (Flow on, flow on) (On and on and on and on) --> Grand Puba
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