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