1. |
Euler's Method
03:01
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Intro:
I'll make this decree and listen to me straight
Going wild, let loose for your sake
and I alpha-beta prune to initiate the goons
The gang likes this so they dancing to my tunes.
In theaters near you, watch your blessings
I'ma come down with no henchmen
just a raw attitude watch yourself man
dont mean to be rude but
Chorus:
I got a nice foundation, you can't touch it
I got a sleek ass complexion, you can't stunt it
Bitch I'm feeling myself while you're killing yourself
Got my idol on your bed, Bitch you been blessed.
Kickflip over ya bitch cause I have to.
Switch the script and hitting licks like a white bitch
cancel my shit and I might get critical
wait a second man, make another plan
Verse 1:
I work hard, fuck-hard, ball hard nigga
my minds idyllic, rap rhymes man I spit acidic
cranky critics get it like this
"why Overflow talk about Bean Bitches?"
Mind your fucking business. See me from a distance
Walk into your section like a boss ass hoe
Trynna side-eye me? Know how I roll bro
Skating down the block, Rose to keep me hot
Do my little dance, in a trance, know what's up.
Chorus:
I got a nice foundation, you can't touch it
I got a sleek ass complexion, you can't stunt it
Bitch I'm feeling myself while you're killing yourself
Got my idol on your bed, Bitch you been blessed.
Kickflip over ya bitch cause I have to.
Switch the script and hitting licks like a white bitch
cancel my shit and I might get critical
wait a second man, make another plan
Verse 2:
Cross me once, cross me twice?
Cross me three times and it won't be nice
Cause I'ma demon inside (on God)
Channel God but a heathen inside
I'm untouchable
That's the status quo, it's nice being Flow
Wanna be like me? Then hit the fucking road.
I spent time and a time and again
I'ma say it to you once fool, then you'll understand
Chorus:
I got a nice foundation, you can't touch it
I got a sleek ass complexion, you can't stunt it
Bitch I'm feeling myself while you're killing yourself
Got my idol on your bed, Bitch you been blessed.
Kickflip over ya bitch cause I have to.
Switch the script and hitting licks like a white bitch
cancel my shit and I might get critical
wait a second man, make another plan
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2. |
Brasil
03:37
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Chorus:
It’s the best life, no stress life
Sippin on dom perignon, thats a high light
I get my grind right, hold her waist tight
Got my girl, she’s my world, fucking through the night
And it’s always like this, got my cash doing splits
And it’s always like this, got them cats throwing fits
Verse 1:
Return of the VCD y’all know me
Regardless, I’m spittin turth on the high key
It’s obvious, riding ‘roud with all my peeps
Sitting at the K bar. They know my name NAR
Cruisin’ with the pack Huh
Wolfgang is the fact Huh
Wade knows where I’m at Huh
Playing those shows, who know where the fame goes
Not to the head, not mislead by the street cred
That once read,”We get bread”
What’s unsaid could never be told
We craft trinkets of gold with our mind mold
That’s the intellect that goes over your head
Recondite, live in spite, there’s no right in your mind
That can lead you to shine.
Chorus:
It’s the best life, no stress life
Sippin on dom perignon, thats a high light
I get my grind right, hold her waist tight
Got my girl, she’s my world, fucking through the night
And it’s always like this, got my cash doing splits
And it’s always like this, got them cats throwing fits
Verse 2:
No sit back and watch in awe, as I spit it raw.
I bring lyrical presents like I’m Santa Claus.
Ho ho ho it’s christmas
Ho ho ho, witness the
Elegant, reverent, heaven sent Flow
That always fiends for more when he’s on the dance floor
The music vibes all night long, Go ahead and play her song
In the club, throw it back, make that ass clap
Come on girls, show them boys you know where it’s at
This the night, don’t hold back, make that thing go
Rumble rumble rumble let that thing shake more
Chorus:
It’s the best life, no stress life
Sippin on dom perignon, thats a high light
I get my grind right, hold her waist tight
Got my girl, she’s my world, fucking through the night
And it’s always like this, got my cash doing splits
And it’s always like this, got them cats throwing fits
It’s the best life, no stress life
Sippin on dom perignon, thats a high light
I get my grind right, hold her waist tight
Got my girl, she’s my world, fucking through the night
And it’s always like this, got my cash doing splits
And it’s always like this, got them cats throwing fits
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3. |
Bad Mood
03:19
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Intro:
Hashtag not buying it, Uh you trying me
Crying in the back room lifting off the big shrooms
Woah is me
got caught selling dick for 3.50
Selling bodies at the luna spot,
Gonna take this ass hot
Big Red, Great Blue, Straight Bruise
Blue Clues got great news
This just in, you’re life’s through
Chorus:
Cause I’m in a Bad Mood
Pump three times, watch the Goo
Cause I’m in a Bad Mood
Watch yourself, I’ma make your fears come true
Cause i’m in a Bad Mood
Don’t call me like i’m your boo
Cause I’m in a Bad Mood
Let me hear it, Let me hear it,Let me hear it Ah
Verse 1:
Wack niggas, aint hard enough
Been building this shit since a little yup
Powerpuff, crab legs in a rut
Starstruck, uh, this dick is too much
Egotistical? I’m an asshole?
Doesn’t matter cause she lets me hit the back slow
Disclose all know my prose Uh, put you on your toes like lightning
I become frightening Heighten your sense or you’ll be biting the dust
Metaphorically I’ll put you on your knees,
singing songs of glee, make you want to flee
Cause I stretch your wavelength into oblivion
I run away like I’m a Villian
Pre chorus 1:
I’m like woah, why you talking shit while you’re doing it
Why you speak about me like we kicking it
Why you make me feel like a fiend and shit
I’m working hard, you ain’t being shit, ay
Chorus:
Cause I’m in a Bad Mood
Pump three times, watch the Goo
Cause I’m in a Bad Mood
Watch yourself, I’ma make your fears come true
Cause i’m in a Bad Mood
Don’t call me like i’m your boo
Cause I’m in a Bad Mood
Let me hear it, Let me hear it,Let me hear it Ah
Verse 2:
Overflow’s crazy, a little bit hazy
You’ll be soon pushing daisies.
Not no elite, I overcome your feats.
Take a shit on your medal then I pedal like a bitch on a lime bike
Man I’m out of sight
Got you hooked on my looks tell your boy bye bye
Cause I’m In Sync with it, Play my demo, watch you drink to it
Bump the tunes in your honda civic man my life is vivid.
Seen all tax brackets, an apple a day to private jets in May.
Aint that cray? Don’t let it allude you,
still got the heat like I invented the ju ju
Tak and the power of (ah Wait)
Tak and the power of (ah Wait)
Tak and the power of Nick’s old ways
Roasting niggas if walk his walk
Prechorus 2:
Breath in and relax
Go ballistic and relapse
Into old ways, pave both ways
Like Coltrane, Hit climax
Chorus:
Cause I’m in a Bad Mood
Pump three times, watch the Goo
Cause I’m in a Bad Mood
Watch yourself, I’ma make your fears come true
Cause i’m in a Bad Mood
Don’t call me like i’m your boo
Cause I’m in a Bad Mood
Let me hear it, Let me hear it,Let me hear it Ah
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4. |
Gender Genocide
03:39
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It’s started with her kin. Never loved each other.
Only out of tradition the ignition of her life was pushed.
Then they sauntered back, relax, smoke a pack
Redact the joy. Deploy the decoy that destroys
Thought all wasn’t sound, meanwhile in the background
Hearing pound after pound. Little Miss Ava found her mother all bruised
She took her place and pain ensued.
Grew up as a mute, saying yes after yes
Her vernacular was inviting at best
Her fathers curse of submission a decision kept hidden
A vile concoction that sought out to auction
the parts of her soul that were still alive
“You live twice. Two lives birthed: her daddy says
“My bidding is what you do on this Earth.
To serve a man is the ultimate paradise. After that
You can live your life”
Never Spoken but insinuated
Tell the boys, get innovative
So they colonize her body with rapid lust.
And deem it holy to touch upon her bust driving her
Back, back, back to the recesses of her mind wishing divine
Punishment and sentence to conflagration
A Nation void of these filthy patrons
Patrons to, Patrons to, Masculinity
The Ideology that has them trapped between the teeth
Of a status quo, widely known you can’t be free.
“Join us or perish, don’t cry just flourish”
Can only be a man when your heart is at its dullest (what a shame)
So he’s careless when he has a tought only wants to plot sex.
Mental is gone, wondering who’s next on his playlist
Of women, he wants to go to bed with.
Then he offers his gods a sacrifice of a women
Slit her throat, take her voice, mold a law, take her choice
What is left when we let boys be boys
An infatuated pig that lives for the thrill
Parents breed rapists at their will
No surprise really
We let boys run free and then tell girls “Be pretty, be strong, be quite, stay silent”
Then we kill boys with a feminine side, then they have to run and hide
if they show an iota of emotion. Cease and desist. It’s a Gender Genocide.
We must find the truth, and where it lies.
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5. |
Rooftop Smoke
02:54
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With these afflicted memories I wander the cosmos
God’s most noble warrior perennial
Light flowing like trinkets of gold.
The dragon den is something to behold.
Notice my control over the elements.
I shift stout mountains like a pebble in my path now I’m flying space crafts
Drafting plans of interstellar travel. What worlds will I unravel.
Time is not of our realm, it babbles like creeks in the summer time.
Heat speaks hot like devils cry. Neat streaks not strike
Underlying forces form out reality spacial concavity
Forming moralities that lack posture
Humanity morphs into a monster
Abhorrent beasts with greed as its language,
Consumes with glutton change changes its visage
To lie, cheat, steal our courage.
Pay homage not cash.
With that mind set, nothing of worth will last.
Crass sayings from below leads you astray
And you think that becoming sheep is the way
To leave your mark on the work but it’s truly frightening.
The Top is silencing, Belly grumbling
Blind eyes, stumbling. Mind, crushed by sin. Holy water, delve within.
I’m a combination of cold winter bite with warm spring delight.
Sipping tea while I write. I produce what I like and
Prolifically, struck with glee, an epiphany opened up by me for you
Who knew you choose your own destiny. Lost souls rest in peace.
Still trying to figure it all out. Head’s in the clouds, still grounded though.
Got years of my life, not worried though.
Albeit the times get hard and desire turns to ash.
My resolve is strong and built to last, my lass years for the days
where my voice hit’s the stage and I pump up the volume
Laying way to bad taste
All around the world, they be chanting my name
All around the world, not addicted to fame.
I’ll be playing my shows creating a frame
A structure that has fools jumping out of window panes
Into a world of power, a world of joy, let’s all unite and form a ploy
That takes down all those that try to destroy our innate abilities
Reach for the stars. Shut your ears off to those that harangue you.
Grow disdain for the ones that betray you.
You’re your own judge, own jury, check your worth, deemed worthy.
On the cross, leave fury, no time for the swervey.
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6. |
Low Rise Debut
02:25
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In the 3 /4 yeah straight lounging
My crew pulls up and we get straight to plotting
The bunker smoked up and we get real high and
isn’t this the point where you start to crying?
“Oh Nick woe is me, I got a stick up my ass, it’s hard to see
Why you’re the bee’s knees. Please excuse my tease. Treat me gently
I’m trying hard but being suave aint really my expertise”
I pull out the bag and throw out the tag and I walk outside and I fuck up the fads
Man, Inspected Durag, you mothafucking gag you so sad,
need a new lad to suck on these gonads
Oh well, In a spell? Down to hell, ring the bell
Cause in this fighting pit, you need quick wit
before you get hit don’t spit shit
Or get lit up, did you speak up?You should sit down.
Like Casper, I got the hood and blaster. My aim is faster
Pistol whip your ancestors. Now you’re going ghost.
Bye Bye Bye, shall we say a toast, you were the most
Bitch ass boy toy that makes much noise.
Can you shut your mouth? I’m trying to enjoy the food.
It’s christmas eve. I’m eating mac and cheese while I’m getting teased.
TV flips on and I’m scrolling through. The ‘Docks is on, you already knew.
Jumping out of windows whats poppin big jimbo
I was wondering if Jimmy’s mom, asking if she’s a bimbo,
Oh no that’s wrong. Gotta get it right.
My meat been beat. Call it Nick at Nite.
Delight in spite of dopamine flow.
Who know’s the jazz cat called Overflow
Raise your hand if you know the man Overflow.
Big man, I bet that he sucks on toes.
Think you can come on my track and spit that?
Nuh-uh, your wack ass rides camelback
I ride a Cadillac. Look at the stats on that.
0 to 60 time is as fast as you cum on her back.
Common male impotency.
Wrap it up worker bee and Buzz, Buzz, Buzz
Like you’re supposed to be. Stop sucking on my coco tree
I dont like head. So it’s best you be headed like sheep you be lead
5 dead in the street, its the talk of the town.
I heard big word and it’s going around.
I heard that they died from ligma and dienda
It looks like my dick is enjoyed more than Splenda
Times up!
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7. |
B.T.T.B Club
02:15
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Chorus:
Bitch I’m bad to the bone, To the bone
Bitch I’m bad to the bone, That’s my throne.
Bitch I’m bad to the bone, To the bone
Btich I’m bad to the bone, thats the dome yeah
Verse 1:
Got my reichs now, look at the pipe now.
Bitch I’m blessed by the best, you should pipe down.
I’m a fire starter, more like a riot starter.
My arrogantness gets you slightly hotter.
Lights out nigga, bye-bye nigga, lose sight nigga, big fight nigga
I’ma, I’ma, I’ma, I’ma fly nigga, don’t try me nigga, 6 figures.
I’ma do it bigger, generational victor
I’ve been leading to eden, whats beating my feedin uh
You know I always say, when I eat, the squads eatin
Chorus:
Bitch I’m bad to the bone, To the bone
Bitch I’m bad to the bone, That’s my throne.
Bitch I’m bad to the bone, To the bone
Btich I’m bad to the bone, thats the dome yeah
Verse 2:
Cause I’m cooking niggas in the fucking microwave
I’ma chef i’ma cook you a la flambe
Oh don’t hate, you’re just late, you’re not getting paid
Switch it up, back it up, she call me daddy
I’m winnin em, drilling em, fucking em, cracking,
shockin em, killing them softly
You can’t mock me the flows the key the door is closed honestly
Whatchu gonna do, aint got .22s aint gon pull up on no fucking block
The days you’re hard are few
Chorus:
Bitch I’m bad to the bone, To the bone
Bitch I’m bad to the bone, That’s my throne.
Bitch I’m bad to the bone, To the bone
Btich I’m bad to the bone, thats the dome yeah
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8. |
LOWRIDER
03:01
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Chorus:
I got 10 niggas looking at me boy
They can see me when I’m cruising down the street
Tre-flip like I’m Tyshawn, have a little fun.
I’m just trynna get on cause I spit suns
Go both ways cause you know that I gotta eat.
Got you saying “Damn ma, he’s so sexy”
Best better behave, don’t tell me to stay in my lane.
I got 3 bad ones, put your ass into flames
Verse 1:
Come and test me?
Got the best on my side dont vex me
Dont vex me man, on another plan
On another planet, understand?
What you know about cruisin in the coope?
What you know about being at the stoope?
You’re in a little house, on with the little mouse,
Just a little gamer boy, dont know what you talk about nigga.
Should I say it again or be the bad wolf and eat your ass for din
Cause this is my turf get your worth up.
I’ma buy a crib with the bursar
Chorus:
I got 10 niggas looking at me boy
They can see me when I’m cruising down the street
Tre-flip like I’m Tyshawn, have a little fun.
I’m just trynna get on cause I spit suns
Go both ways cause you know that I gotta eat.
Got you saying “Damn ma, he’s so sexy”
Best better behave, don’t tell me to stay in my lane.
I got 3 bad ones, put your ass into flames
Verse 2:
The king’s back nigga!
Redact the past acts or get the Flows wrath.
No longer passive, my fury is massive.
I’ma kill you with no violence. Just silence.
In the corridor. With the sixth sense, Tenno gen at the ready
Boy you better repent. I’m hell bent on getting what is mine
The world is my design, I and two combined.
Let me scratch that, I knew that I was
A God born winner, I heard from above that
You were talking shit huh? Get in line
I make the earthquake, earth shake, you trynna rhyme?
Chorus:
I got 10 niggas looking at me boy
They can see me when I’m cruising down the street
Tre-flip like I’m Tyshawn, have a little fun.
I’m just trynna get on cause I spit suns
Go both ways cause you know that I gotta eat.
Got you saying “Damn ma, he’s so sexy”
Best better behave, don’t tell me to stay in my lane.
I got 3 bad ones, put your ass into flames
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9. |
Failed Yuppie Lifestyle
02:52
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Chorus:
(Leave me alone, me and my goal
Failed Yuppie Lifestyle, trynna feel whole) x4
Verse 1:
Wait! Let me take a second man I’m
Born for this shit, uh, watch me get the dick in it
Got my dick up the game, call me Mr. Muppet.
Uh yeah you trynna ask fro something.
Man I’m born for this shit, all my life seen strife
Now i’m going up this shit no blight
I’ma rap till I die, Till I see my man in the sky.
Chorus:
(Leave me alone, me and my goal
Failed Yuppie Lifestyle, trynna feel whole) x4
Verse 2:
Burr Ridge Chicago Now that I saw man
Bing to Pottstown now I’m in Ithaca yeah
Whats the issues? That I’m flying coast to coast
Doing the most, with the God, man I boast it.
I’m the most kid, got the roast kid
Put you on a fucking spindle, HA, roasted
Got the holy ghost on em like a prayer
Yeah uh hit the shit like a nayer
Yeah, got the down south drawl yeah
Uh,Man I’m from the south pole yeah.
Uh, cause I’m fucking racist with the tasting man you’re tastless
Yuh Yeah x8
Chorus:
(Leave me alone, me and my goal
Failed Yuppie Lifestyle, trynna feel whole) x4
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10. |
Hope's Atavism
04:07
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Chorus:
For the ones in the now
Put your hands up x3
For the ones in the past
Put your hands up x3
For the ones yet to come
Put your hands up x3
This is for them, I inspire my own kin
pushing through the levels grinding ‘till I win
For the ones that doubted
Put your hands up x3
For those that betray
Put your hands up x3
For those that breed hate
Put your hands up x3
All the opposition showed the talent had within
Beyond hopes Atavism
Verse 1:
I’m like Merlin casting out whirlwinds,
magic at the ready I can make your world spin
MTG, got the cards to make wins, I’m a bad boy,
take the heat from both twins
Cause we only got one life left
We die from old age and from government theft
So get out your tombs and clean up your wounds
Dreams don’t die so dig up your true self.
I found wealth within the barricade
I took the mic and found the light and knew the path was laid
At times I get the hate and shade
I dont care, I dont care, push away yeah
Be strong carry on, be a baton for the next-gen,
Wishing for a new hen
A bright new pup to dig us out this rut
A VCD got the talent to front
Chorus:
For the ones in the now
Put your hands up x3
For the ones in the past
Put your hands up x3
For the ones yet to come
Put your hands up x3
This is for them, I inspire my own kin
pushing through the levels grinding ‘till I win
For the ones that doubted
Put your hands up x3
For those that betray
Put your hands up x3
For those that breed hate
Put your hands up x3
All the opposition showed the talent had within
Beyond hopes Atavism
Verse 2:
My pops said I’m the head not the tail so I’ll always prevail
Set sail to the destination. Unveil Gods creation
Racing pagans find clarity about nations
That put us up for shop.
Man its quid pro quo, iant giving us naught
If I dont start rapping and lose my anima
I’m be uncle sams personal nigga
Coding up new weapons to spark controversy
Destroy thousands without God’s mercy
Who led you to believe that the devil inside me
is an aberration to haunt upon trees?
Got no time for that I’m boolin out and making my raps
I’ll be damn if I let a fool tell me, “stop hustlin”
Man, there aint no plan b!
Chorus:
For the ones in the now
Put your hands up x3
For the ones in the past
Put your hands up x3
For the ones yet to come
Put your hands up x3
This is for them, I inspire my own kin
pushing through the levels grinding ‘till I win
For the ones that doubted
Put your hands up x3
For those that betray
Put your hands up x3
For those that breed hate
Put your hands up x3
All the opposition showed the talent had within
Beyond hopes Atavism
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11. |
Over Infinity Flow
01:15
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I’m living in ether, Gold drench seeker.
Drips so hot yeah, go get a meter.
Yeah, I’m a beater, hitting mad creatures.
Yo crazy killa smash choc and vanilla
I’m a fiend for the high, can’t lie, smoke the ganj
Living life grand, not damned, got the hand
That gives me a royal flush, no blush, it’s a must
In 16, put your mental in a hearse
Reverse what you said, my words are like curses
Elemental bursts, waiting for the nurses.
There’s danger running amuck.
Sometimes, life does suck and, at times, you got no luck
But you gotta stay steady be ready for the next break.
If not you’ll fall and asphyxiate.
Blending the highs with the lows. I’m just getting on patrol.
Trying to find dopamine, views of the serene
Falling back to dreams, I blitz the whole scene with proper foresight
I form realities from astral twilight
From the cosmos, luminary that gods boast,
Going supernova, holy Flow will make ass toast
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