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