Youn Flo GBE
r0guish
Youn Flo GBE
r0guish
Youn Flo GBE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sG9CrkpZUR0
Im back from the future and what did i find
That im the only one here thats stayed on his grind
These niggas been asleep so allow me to remind
Your time is over and now you know its mine
Flo heard a prophecy what the ******** is that
It means that im here and you rappers are still whack
Nothing has changed the fact still remains
That I am gonna continue to cut your veins
Eat on your life like a bowl of chicken
All you wannabe's are still on the web wishing
Wanting to have my talent you can't get it on amazon
You went to the lions den looking to find a song
Im just warming up gotta dust the mic off
I go hard in the paint you haters are charmin soft
So everyone can call this the return of the poet
Might as well say the better is back and you know it!
thanks for the introduction. plunge a buck shot through ya mug- when
i'm the topic of discussion thoughts of me give head concussions
you musta been in them streets smuttin thinkin you could ******** wit sumthin
that left to collect a check; y'all left and collected dust rustin
it's nothin. wouldn't give you the time of day in your final hours
crept up in the lions den to show em real homicidal prowler
it gets van wilder the way this story unfolds. you sold your soul at glory hole
tryin your audition to get it in on the next Maury show, or so we're told
you could never father rap the way yo f*****t a** acts
the wop got a back snap attached, blastin at ya snap back
you katt stacks cookin flap jacks; a crazy b***h put in her place
heard your tape; you got more sweeter sounds than amazing grace
flo ain't made to raise wit the tides on the side he resrides
so how he let his mouth open against an ocean thinkin he'd make it out alive?
i'd drown this guy. you flounder size to a great white who breaks mics
you hate life. you was prolly like "s0 said he wasn't gonna stay, right?"
Saying that Flo will fall off is false so never that
Your boy always stays on like a fitted cap
Talking about snap backs will get your back snapped
s**t face rappers like you are what we call a** hats
We take all your assets right back to the projects
Shoot you halfway home call it stopping your progress
No way in hell your beating me you can say your graces
Because it don't mean s**t when your s**t faceless
I spit out you niggas because your rhymes are tasteless
Back up off me before you catch some murder cases
So pipe down you might as well put the mic down
Before i have to ring your bell and bring the fight sound
Im gonna finish this like a sermon your weak and thats for certain
He's had too many days off while Youn Flo's been working
Im shooting at this gaming a gay man won't hear the aiming
When i end this b boy's life he won't hear the Amen.
good God, i swear this boy smokin cooked rock
talkin like he hood-hard and swole but couldn't raise one good bar
get ya s**t pushed far back like time durin the solstice or the equinox
you got some problems you cain't solve; this A-R prove we equal not
leave the lock and key of the game to you lames and what the ******** you do?
made me lose all my faith like a catholic boy gettin touched in school
you the fool thinkin drugs is cool and you above the rules
til the cops find ya blood spewed over the view right above ya pool
low-life. been murkin foolish dudes like you my whole life
bust a knee and admit that you can't touch me on some Rogue's life
or trynna hold Spike. X ya man out and take his s**t like hand outs
sell em to you then hit the booth and then i pull the pots and pans out
and cook up some more of this dope s**t. let me lend you a rope n s**t
so you can stand on yo pedestal wit it around ya throat before i kick over it
and leave you hangin like a flooded chain. spit game then plug ya dame
she loved you, mayne, til i returned. then it just wasn't the same
The only game you have is with a controller
I can meet your girl once then i'll control her
After im done with the front i'd tell her a** to roll over
So just didn't know that he was going to war with a soldier
I'd c** on her back and she'd still ask me to come back
By the end of the night she'll be throwing me stacks
I'll break your chin like glass, jack you of your ghetto pass
Now you can't roam the streets without being backed up for your cash
You niggas finish last while I laugh at the finish line
His body got dumped somewhere and im here sipping some wine
This act should be a crime because I end you with felonies
The weak s**t that you spit I can't believe what your selling me
Nobodies buying your obviously lying
Pretty soon im gonna break your wings and still have your body flying
Ending bitches like you is more than a treat its a pleasure
I might leave your body under 6 feet call it buried treasure.
these next few verbs are true. you remind me of a kid that i once knew
slew him true in a manner; crude, like "there are worst things i could do"
for true, you lose. call yaself a soildier? bring ya troops
tropic pinapples get handled; ain't the first time i cut up some fruits
ya crew and you should disband from the booth before i lose my cool,
take a book of matches, skim through it then lit the fuse and barbecue dudes
ya whole ruse seems like an excuse as to why you can't produce no real
rhymes. either get wise or get stomped like the green at a steppin field
you less than real. fold you like a bad hand from a deck you deal
i'm extra ill; tetanus feel. you surrounded by squares on some tetras skills
you outta sight, but i despise your type to the point i show my gripe in the lime light
you'd be a nobody if i ain't told nobody, so it worked out for you in hind sight
i blind-side mics to the point the next to touch it get caught off guard
all aboard, while i tank this ***** wit triggas equipped with infa's aimed at his jaw
quick draw, p***k. get stalled like a pit fall into a brick wall- stop it
i could get wild and handle you acme style and you still couldn't rock-it
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