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SOUTHERN FLOW

  1. VERSE 1
  2. A wordy mouth from tha dirty south with a sturdy flow
  3. Tha game deterred the sound, some just hurt the south with unworthy show
  4. But dames: Screw tha riches screw ya bitches
  5. I got em swinging below the belt from a pretty mouth, It’s a dirty blow
  6. I’m not emptying, Be low, we knelt when tha hurt bestowed us kings; Pac n’d Biggi
  7. The bogus bling rockin’ pigs see people in power we will embower
  8. The feeble n’d cowards crying, We find em hiding behind a sick beat
  9. “I praise kings oh sir”, spake the tongue, “Think I’ll back down?” Sike
  10. “I’m taking over”, knave among kings, I jack crowns”
  11. Soundtrack riding, dug a grave burrowing whack bound
  12. when we needed cars we’re riding fa display, Thrown in backgrounds
  13. I laugh cause’ It’s all compensation for lack in skill
  14. My rap cuz involves stompin’ havens or stackin kills
  15. You’re packin’ zilch, I squeeze loaded bars by the hilt
  16. Yo this carbine’s rebuilt so discard tritely still quoted stars, I refill
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  18. CHORUS X2
  19. Like Hip Hop in its tip top condition
  20. I trip, stop, then I rip competition
  21. Might pit drop when I slip, but I’m never quittin’
  22. I press for winnin’ or endin’ your vision through composition
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  24. VERSE 2
  25. Better stay off of tha beats, You’ll never play off tha unease you fool
  26. Jet your way off ta appease you ghoul, Forever they offa tha beats to tools
  27. Give you bitter bitches bigger business, Bicker blemish
  28. if you winner’s wishes wither witches, Whisper “we too cool”
  29. Then throw from your kitchen’s door hinges, sorin’ fish, oranges, syringes more than just four inches, Or in gist, foreign shit
  30. For this is war, It is horrendous, Warrin’ discord’s vicious, but of course this is your business
  31. I pass through n’d ask you men Is that mask you lend masculine?
  32. I’m past humans, Masses ruin hip hop, as crewmen trash this music
  33. What do you bring to tha table my man
  34. Cut through new kings, slew ya label, like damn
  35. But knew few things true ta label thy clan by, Like
  36. Fake, phony, n’d cowards straight phoning in hours
  37. Out your den, Though we play safe pawning in ours
  38. Sour kin’s only way; Stay mowing em flowers
  39. And weeds alike, Trust nobody’s outer appearance up here
  40. Y’all shook This doubter’s adherence
  41.  
  42. CHORUS x2
  43. Like Hip Hop in its tip top condition
  44. I trip, stop, then I rip competition
  45. Might pit drop when I slip, but I’m never quittin’
  46. I press for winnin’ or endin’ your vision through composition
  47.  
  48. VERSE 3
  49. Come wrath of the greatest, From past ta these days in tha craft of the ancients
  50. Some tragically faded, Scum gradually raided, Them rappas we hated em
  51. Drastically jaded tha mastas degraded ya maggots, Cremated ta ashes the basis of these gages
  52. A half of the famous sum have tha leeway n’d a pass ta be fakin’
  53. Alas, Son we praying, Ya laugh, Funny ain't it, dumbass? Ta be preying
  54. Adapt ta the ages, but rap of the basics; Shun trash, fund the greatest tongue’s mass money making
  55. And to the artists who shy from the competition yet been thinkin’
  56. “Man screw the smartest dudes, My money stops tha tension”, Let it sink in
  57. Fans knew the hardest brutes by hungry composition, Threatening men
  58. ram through the guard, into thy sundry qualm’s position n’d then

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