Versuri Flow Easy

(feat. Bumpy Knuckles (Freddie Foxxx))  
[Bumpy Knuckles a.k.a. Freddie Foxxx] 
First and foremost... 
Flow easy, yo 
Yo, yo, for the hood (for the hood) 
Everybody flow easy, ha ha, so easy 
Yo, listen 
For the corrupt mob, John Cena, Trademarc, listen 
 
I embarass MC's who touch the mic with me 
That's why they never holla when it's showtime - gimme 
I spit poison like a black snake bit me 
Guns up in the E-Class, D's can't get me 
My foot is a 13, 12's don't fit me 
My heart is cold and hard like Jack Frost bit me 
So many new flows old flows start to panic 
It's time they got built by the mic mechanic 
Y'all heard, I stay in hood streets like curbs 
And never forget, where I come from, word 
I ain't goin broke, fuck you, I'll cop me a brick 
And take it straight to the block, forget rap quick 
Don't trip, Bump got a speed zone sign 
For suckers who move too fast against mine 
I'm pressed, pushin it full speed ahead 
You left, bullet in chest, meet the dead, so 
 
[Chorus] 
Flow easy, turn up the mic it's time 
to flow easy, whenever I spit my rhyme 
I flow easy, the underground pound and grime 
Flow easy, but yours don't sound like mine 
I flow easy, turn up the mic it's time 
I flow easy, whenever I spit my rhyme 
I flow easy, the underground pound and grime 
Flow easy, so yours don't sound like mine I flow easy 
 
[Tha Trademarc] 
Philosopher first, rapper second 
Manifest the message, lessons involved 
It all but hits you, aviate your crew and lift you 
So what's the issue?  Trademarc has got it locked before he meet you 
Greet your mind before we even greet you 
Won't mislead you, I ain't trustin people, cause I defeat you 
Take it down a notch, slow your roll 
Cause we crush spirits, like we stole your soul 
I set styles off dog, y'all are fuckin mimics 
Man I talk more shit than pro-lifers in abortion clinics 
Run my mouth off like high school rumors 
Man and grab microphones like pedophiles gropin late bloomers 
Flow easy like your first day with white sneakers 
You just a face in the crowd like packed bleachers 
Huh, you better rock a sleeveless 
Freddie Foxxx, Trademarc, John Cena breeze through 
Y'all are fuckin divas 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[John Cena] 
First and foremost I sure post potential like Carmelo 
Turn a hard MC to jello 
Make their skin yellow with fear while stayin mellow and clear 
Man, we in for one hell of a year, yeah 
Curse a fool like the Red Sox, we tighter than headlocks 
I'm flowin easy with Freddie Foxxx 
Known to hang it low like dreadlocks and y'all are too slow 
Like wearing a weight vest and lead socks 
I'm a fat kid, you feed me?  I'm still hungry 
Never let a bitch take a bill from me 
Like Jordan in the 4th quarter, I'm still money 
Best believe the flow water, we still runny 
Make your stomach feel funny, I'm so sick 
With 16 bars twice the value of gold brick 
Make it known quick that I'm greedy, we got the rats and the cheese B 
So believe me 
 
[Chorus] 
  

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