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Bubnjevi,bas i ostala sranja odradjena u FL-u 10.

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10. Feel My Flow (On The Rise Bonus Track)

Produced by DJ Montay

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Lyrics (Bars)
You see that s.h. double 'ok' on 3, Tek free 
And you gotta think I'm up to something 
But I aint doin nothin... 
PSYCH muthafucka gotta finger on the button 
While ya'll are at breakfast, picking out a muffin 
I'm slouched at the lab, conjuring my potion 
Cuz all I wanna do is lead the movement 
Where talk ain't shit, but a nuisance 
And music ain't fused with the abusive 
Bullshit claiming 'lucid' 
Cash talk gets masked off from verbal tuning 
While the real talk is pruning intruding cartoony 
Emcees that claim to be the 'Beast' of this 'Beauty' 
This ain't no muthafucking Never Land 
So why you talking like you're the next Peter Pan? 
That's two green eggs and no ham to Sam(Sam I am) 
Whose eating two cans(Toucan(Sam)) of fruit with no hands Get it? 
See it don't even matter what I say 
Cuz when I talk your head gon' sway like 
Ain't no one to catch the fact that I've latched 
One hand to the mic, one hand to the cash 
Vish got a grasp, massed DPC 
Put my slack on his back, til the track slacked me 
Yet, looking from the front to back of what sent 
All irrelevant elements against the fence 
The evidence grows imminent, now evident 
'Dead President' make a lot more cents (sense) 
I chose no lies, or disguise 
Cuz I'm blinded by the pride behind a 'real' parade 
So fuck that, 
I'd rather be a fat chap with PHYSIQUE tatted 
On my 'snack-pack-looking' 6 pack, strapped 
To a cocked back 'One size fits all' ball cap 
Than ever rap that whack
*PAUSE* "Imma let that set in" *PAUSE*
Real talk, I never gave a shit 
About your money, your car, or the bitch you with 
So I'm smashing weak links off the O-town chain 
Heroine type flow, tie it off let's bang 
You little faggots are faker that any fat fuck 
3rd Grader making it rain snowflakes cut out of paper 
Ya'll done smoked yourselves retarded 
That garbage, Glad Bag, 'Shit's DOPE' swag 
Ain't allowed here, don't bother 
And if we see you act dumb 
We gunna wring your collar 
That's why I made an oath to the Godz 
To be real and respect the Column 
And they brought me from the bottom 
Put me on top and and let me walk my talk 
Throw it up from your stomach 
And hear my name followed by drumming 
I ain't fronting, it ain't ever been nothin 
To make dead crowds come alive 
I can turn a skip into a lunge and get em fist pumping 
Jump high and punch the mother fuckin sky 
As I'm raging; backstage pre-gamin 
Lit beyond blazing 
Still throwing milligram strike outs 
You better watch out 
My pitch is ‘MG-K' wasted 
I can even make the latch of that ass snap back at the crack 
CLICK CLACK and make a bitch turn slut on your face quick 
I am one unique being 
That be so motivated by the green 
And when I spit it quick 
It's like I'm strippin bricks of cash 
And you can bet my spit makes jackpots ring 
Ding, bet it all on me 
You ain't ever gonna find a flow like me 
I'm not 'Chevy Ridin High' boy 
Cuz I don't ride or fly 
When I got both eyes on BIG toys 
Ya you know I play like Roy 
Roy in the ring, Imma hit you with the ding 
Ding of the bell, watch DPC 
Squeeze tight on this game, and knot it up with a string 
We gon' hold tight and pull tight 
So when I make that pussy wobble 
And my flow hook sets in 
It'll put her eyes on my name 
And round here we call that good looking 
As I got her man acting biased 
Cuz my flow virus don't play 
Through this device I spit crisis 
Like I'm the next Fanny Mae 
Motherfucker, I'm jockin' my time 
Not even minding who cares 
I'm still the one that's hopping scotch 
On the clock and chalking you squares up 
So pull a chair up, let's see how much this flares up 
You really think your bitch ain't my bitch? 
Don't get your prayers up, cuz 
I gotta be the only motherfucker 
Who managed to break out the tip of the rubber 
Just to govern whack shit from these stubborn faggots 
Who spit fronts like a bitch, yo 
I don't even really wanna fuck with this 
But there ain't a sole to play my role 
While laying low, dismissing hoes 
Who end up letting go of chances overthrowing fames glow
So fuck it make em duck it as it blows out the window 
Not a bitch then, you think I am now? FUCK NO 
I'm gonna tell you something... 
Something... fuck that, run it back, yo 
Let me tell you what I don't like 
No addy on a long night 
I don't like those calm nights 
When all I wanna do is get on the mic, and excite 
Each and every one of you 
That's what I came to do 
Tell me I won't make it happen 
Tell me I ain't coming through 
I don't like when wrong's right 
When lies blow up the mic and light up the hype 
Like bright stars in the night life 
So I'm here muthafucka, and Teks right whur? 
Not durr! no cure for the purest slur on the mic 
I got a blunt rolled with a hundo on top 
Dropping rhymes each line like dimes from Rondo 
You fakes came too late BITCH 
Ya'll saw me then and you said nothing 
And now that I can riddle grips of letters together 
You want back in? As I walk this flow? 
I don't give a fuck! 
But If I gave a fuck, you'd see Two NUTS HOE 
Yeah..... You'd see TWO NUTS HOE 
Cuz I can spit on any beat, it doesn't matter pick a beat 
Just put me in the booth and LET ME GO! 
So you can see THESE NUTS 
Yeah..... You'd see TWO NUTS HOE 
And while I'm at it I'll be honest 
I've never been the calmest or modest 
Clown working the circus 
It's prolly from my curse that worsens 
As I get hurt to a bitch-broke promise 
Yo, you broke your promise BITCH 
I don't like wearing a rubber to cover the 
Danny Glover of undercover sex life BITCH 
You can BITE this shit, yeah BITE MY DICK 
But this a 'Lethal Weapon' so tighten that grip BITCH Ha Ha Ha 
For real, ya'll about to fuck this up and piss me off 
Like a skipped Chris Baush when the Heat just lost 
Cuz half you muthafuckas think Lebron just crossed 
I can't fucking take this shit 
I gave a lot of you faggots respect too quick 
I drop tek back and found COG (Column Of Godz) 
Who gon' punch my ticket as 'DPC' 
So I got no time, 
For the boy who look like 'shooK' 
To read a book and get a FUCKING CLUE 
I don't like nobody, so don't think nodding 
At the way that I ripple off riddles 
Will not make on fucking difference 
Cuz I LIVE in each sentence 
And I got notepads FULL of my descendants 
Two million little minions packed with facts waiting to 
Attack whack rap back like a pack of fucking gremlins 
Yo, do I got your attention? 
Do I even need to mention, that 
When I'm all up in my zone don't fucking test me 
The last thing wanna ask me's to get nasty 
I'll smash through these rapping athletes 
Full of padding so fast the facemask of happy 
Turns into a flashing of the last muthafucka laughing 
Ha, and that ain't really TekniQue bitch 
Matter fact,run it back twice 
This time pop the top on a hundo 
and sprinkle out my spice 
So you wanna get up on my level? 
Hop shit and board this vessel? 
Bitch you better pop the top GET ON A HUNDO 
Pick up the bass and smack WHACK ASS TREBLE 
It's nothing special 
Dont be sceptical of what I really am 
I'm still half the son of the devil, 
Quarter rebel, quarter 'Son of Sam' 
Never gonna be another rebel 
Never gonna be another credi- 
-ble one to come running and 
Gunning for something better 
But I guaruntee, you ain't ever 
Gonna see another one of me 
The realest leaf on this hip hop tree 
Till I snap that that branch in two, then three 
See I gotta microphone soaked in Crown 
Stiched up like a 750(mL) purple bag 
It's got a glow that could overthrow 
Any other fuckin mic, Imma call it 'Swag' 
Matta fact, fuck that... SWAGZILLA 
Starring a Crown-dipped mic 
And a dude that spit vanilla 
So as I'm making the transition 
Pay attention, DON'T TALK BITCH 
YOU BETTER FUCKIN LISTEN 
I go by 'shooK' or 'Boog' 
And people think I need a milligram intervention 
But I've been through fifteen million sin-dripping minions 
Each of which watched spit drip off their top lip 
As it slipped through a grin with no fillings 
So if you ain't get it now then forget it 
I'll lift this tat right from the top of my right fore arm 
To slap a look on your face with skin ink til' I smear in 
The spirit you hear when this mic ignites a life you've been fearing 
But you don't wanna hear it 
What you think my tongue was aiming for? 
Another wack line to be ignored? 
Fuck that, see that ain't me 
I ain't ever been the type that just hops on board 
I ain't never been no fucking follower 
Never worn no collar sir 
Shit, I even got dumped by a bitch 
Cuz I never wore no Hollister 
I only tried "fitting in" one time 
And I put it on my life it's the LAST DAMN TIME 
See, right now I can really be me, living free 
Without a bitch keeping me in line 
And you can say it's not my fate to make it 
But you'd be mistaken 
I'll do anything it takes, take a look at my face 
See ambition I'm not faking 
Now I better introduce myself but I gotta 
Get this book down from the top shelf 
It's got a history about me over, 25 years long 
And not one part about it 
Says a motherfucking word about me writing songs 
Cuz this is a brand new chapter 
In my life and I hafta 
Accept the challenge of this game 
When I realize it might sound insane, but 
If you knew my name from the past fame 
Then you know DAMN STRAIGHT 
I'm sick with the sicks, yeah boi I'm sick at games 
When I play just say the name 
SHOOK ON3

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