Post examples of mastery of FLOW.
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Daddyface
The heat in here 
The way he flowed at the end of the BFK intro (skip to 2:38)
But me and mine’s gotta eat, so I’m beatin’ up the street
Dinner time, man, I gotta hit a lick for it
Send ‘em to God, tryna rob the godfather
And if you scared of catchin’ a murder then why bother
I’m peelin' off a knock for pots ofhot water
nikkas wrote me off and it made me grind harder
Peace to the East, nikka peace to the chief
Got a slug for the judge, bringin' heat for police
And a book full of sins that I reap when I sleep
Then I wake up and I put em on a beat, how you love that?
fred
DeuceCypherUno
knowledge God
44 seconds in.
that second verse?
<<TheStandard>>
I Am A God
Jay-Z's 3rd Verse on Big Pimpin was just incredible....the way he rode the beat was just
(these rap genius lyrics are wrong btw)
On the canopy, my stamina b, enough for Pamela Anderson Lee
MTV jam of the week
Made my money quick then back to the streets but
Still sitting on blades... sipping that ray
Standing on the corner of my block hustling
Still getting that cane
Half what I paid slipping right through customs
It'll sell by night its egg shell white
I got so many grams if the man find out
It will land me in jail for life
But I'm still big pimping, spending cheese
With B.U.N. B, Pimp C, and Timothy
We got bytches in the back of the truck, laughing it up
Jigga Man: that's what's up
<<TheStandard>>
I Am A God
Also Jay-Z's verse on Reservoir Dogs
The way he switched flows breh
Big thang, big chains, ain't shyt changed
Get brained in the four dot six Range
shyt main, switch lanes
Every town I hit, switch planes, bytch flipped big caine
Flow with no cut, you take it in vain/vein to the brain
The way he switched flows breh
Big thang, big chains, ain't shyt changed
Get brained in the four dot six Range
shyt main, switch lanes
Every town I hit, switch planes, bytch flipped big caine
Flow with no cut, you take it in vain/vein to the brain
killa the goat
Banned
Mac Casper
@adonnis - pull up, there's refreshments
busta shyted on this nikka something ferocious
only track where somebody got twista on that style
shawna can spit
only track where somebody got twista on that style
shawna can spit
VicMackey415
The bay is in the area.
Jay-Z's 3rd Verse on Big Pimpin was just incredible....the way he rode the beat was just
(these rap genius lyrics are wrong btw)
On the canopy, my stamina b, enough for Pamela Anderson Lee
MTV jam of the week
Made my money quick then back to the streets but
Still sitting on blades... sipping that ray
Standing on the corner of my block hustling
Still getting that cane
Half what I paid slipping right through customs
It'll sell by night its egg shell white
I got so many grams if the man find out
It will land me in jail for life
But I'm still big pimping, spending cheese
With B.U.N. B, Pimp C, and Timothy
We got bytches in the back of the truck, laughing it up
Jigga Man: that's what's up
Bun B sparked this entire song...killed Jay imo...
nikka it's the - big Southern rap impresario
Comin straight up out the black bar-rio
Makes a mill' up off a sorry hoe
Then sit back and peep my sce-nawr-e-oh
Oops, my bad, that's my scenario
No I can't fukk a scary hoe
Now every time, every place, everywhere we go
Hoes start pointin - they say, "There he go!"
Now these motherfukkers know we carry mo' heat than a little bit
We don't pull it out over little shyt
And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a little hit
Go read a book you illiterate son of a bytch and step up yo' vocab
Don't be surprised if yo' hoe stab out with me
and you see us comin down on yo' slab
Livin ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it
But nikka if you hatin I
then you wait while I get yo' bytch butt-naked, just break it
You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on
Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm flyin to the track
Timbaland let me spit my pro's on
Pump it up in the pro-zone
That's the track that we breakin these hoes on
Ain't the track that we flow's on
But when shyt get hot, then the glock start poppin like ozone
We keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man
Fo' real it don't get no bigger man
Don't trip, let's flip, gettin throwed on the flip
Gettin blowed with the motherfukkin Jigga Man, fool
intilectual recipricol
Killin fake hip hop
the whole damn track, but especially the gawd
obviously... the gawd again
"my people should be glad to survive in the land of the lost
its a plan of tha boss leavin muthafukkaz down
wit they grandmothers hand on the cross..."
