SOUTHERN FLOW

VERSE 1

A wordy mouth from tha dirty south with a sturdy flow

Tha game deterred the sound, some just hurt the south with unworthy show

But dames: Screw tha riches- screw ya bitches

I got em swinging below the belt from a pretty mouth, It’s a dirty blow

I’m not emptying, Be low, we knelt when tha hurt bestowed us kings; Pac n’d Biggi

The bogus bling rockin’ pigs see people in power we will embower

The feeble n’d cowards crying, We find em hiding behind a sick beat

“I praise kings oh sir”, spake the tongue, “Think I’ll back down?” Sike

“I’m taking over”, knave among kings, I jack crowns”

Soundtrack riding, dug a grave burrowing whack bound

when we needed cars we’re riding fa display, Thrown in backgrounds

I laugh cause’ It’s all compensation for lack in skill

My rap cuz- involves stompin’ havens or stackin kills

You’re packin’ zilch, I squeeze loaded bars by the hilt

Yo this carbine’s rebuilt so discard tritely- still- quoted stars, I refill

 

CHORUS X2

Like Hip-Hop in its tip-top condition

I trip, stop, then I rip competition

Might pit drop when I slip, but I’m never quittin’

I press for winnin’ or endin’ your vision through composition

 

VERSE 2

Better stay off of tha beats, You’ll never play off tha unease you fool

Jet your way off ta appease you ghoul, Forever they offa tha beats to tools

Give you bitter bitches bigger business, Bicker blemish

if you winner’s wishes wither witches, Whisper “we too cool”

Then throw from your kitchen’s door hinges, sorin’ fish, oranges, syringes more than just four inches, Or in gist, foreign shit

For this is war, It is horrendous, Warrin’ discord’s vicious, but of course this is your business

I pass through n’d ask you men- Is that mask you lend masculine?

I’m past humans, Masses ruin hip-hop, as crewmen trash this music

What do you bring to tha table my man

Cut through new kings, slew ya label, like damn

But knew few things true ta label thy clan by, Like

Fake, phony, n’d cowards straight phoning in hours

Out your den, Though we play safe- pawning in ours

Sour kin’s only way; Stay mowing em flowers

And weeds alike, Trust nobody’s outer appearance up here

Y’all shook This doubter’s adherence

 

CHORUS x2

Like Hip-Hop in its tip-top condition

I trip, stop, then I rip competition

Might pit drop when I slip, but I’m never quittin’

I press for winnin’ or endin’ your vision through composition

 

VERSE 3

Come wrath of the greatest, From past ta these days in tha craft of the ancients

Some tragically faded, Scum gradually raided, Them rappas we hated em

Drastically jaded tha mastas degraded ya maggots, Cremated ta ashes the basis of these gages

A half of the famous sum have tha leeway n’d a pass ta be fakin’

Alas, Son we praying, Ya laugh, Funny ain't it, dumbass? Ta be preying

Adapt ta the ages, but rap of the basics; Shun trash, fund the greatest tongue’s mass money making

And to the artists who shy from the competition yet been thinkin’

“Man screw the smartest dudes, My money stops tha tension”, Let it sink in

Fans knew the hardest brutes by hungry composition, Threatening men

ram through the guard, into thy sundry qualm’s position n’d then