Go with the Flow lyrics

[Intro]
Enough is enough
Enough is enough
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, ho
Go with the flow
Ayo, I'd like to set this microphone 'fore I start right quick
Microphone check 2-2-1-2-1-2

[Verse 1]
Big up all the Monsta Island massive
And beware before I triple dare you like the last kid
Who asked me what we don't got that you got son
For one flow that's elementary, my dear Watson
Secondly, ever since I was little
Not so much to riddle, least rhyme to the syllable
Keep tracks that make a Arab thief clap
With no hands, I chopped these drums off Truly Yours, G. Rap
Actual fact, relax
In this land of lyrical loss, black, I'm not the cool Sleestak
The one who might stop and talk to you
Poison to few, n*ggas who be biting styles I'm like pork too
Ooh, what you got to lose? Let mud fly
When I got blues, I chew whole crews that's Bud Dry
So why ask why the styes from the cess
sh*t be f*cking with my eye as I pull it to the chest
The super motherf*cking villain grip the mic with an iron hand
Throwing MCs to the fire from out the frying pan
It ain't no use in trying, man, son stop crying
Fronting like you death-defying, need to stop lying
Speak your piece only once you're spoken to first
Now let me hear your verse while I'm choking you
With well refined rhymes like a editor
Throw them to my collections of skulls and spines like Predator
f*ck around, the only n*ggas who could hear the same sound
(Who?) Was Jet Jaguar and James Brown
(Yeah yeah, only them two)
And I'm glad I took the time to write their names down to big 'em up (True, true)
[Verse 2]
I'd like to say, "Hi, it's Sci.Fly, the odd Merlin"
That's quick to whip up a script like Rod Serling
Who eye on bad b*tch who used to whip the Sterling
Who see God tore but never see God hurlin'
My man Grimm had his little monkey like Space Ghost
Me myself, I got flavors that out-taste most
With numb gums, some rhymers is lactose
Back to you MF DOOM, you late show host
S to the U to the P-E-R-uh
Who chronicle these times in a 3D horror
Thriller porno co-starrer in a realer drama
Who break bread with stingy kin-men, Indian borrower
Lone gunman who candidly flip fly flows
Single-handedly with one eye closed
In a fly pose, no shirt Alayé
May see me stack the quarter-mill cash pay
That's that inner smash way how he did it
Motherf*cker probably couldn't peep it past a minute, it's the–
Exquisite scripts, that quick sh*t, go with flow
That's how we do it though

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, I'd like to give a special shout-out
Raamers and L. Rockwell
Since depths of hell, Pure Mathematics
Fold 'em stacks like crack-matics
Since the depths... In love of Allah, in presence of Allah
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Peace
Ayo, yeah yo, it's MF
[?] MF Grimm, The Magician
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Metal Face DOOM
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