Rock Co.Kane Flow (feat. MF Doom)
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Up in them five-star tellies and two mic rhymes
Be them average MC's of the times
Unlike them, we craft gems
So systematically inclined to pen lines
Without sayin a producer's name all over the track
Yeah, I said it!
What you need to do is get back to reading credits
We them medics, alphabetically stuck on that english
Knock it out before we pour that sure shot more rock cocaine flow
From the top of the key, for three, Villain
Been on in the game as long as you can wheelie your Schwinn
Turn the corner spinnin', bust that ass and get up
Dust off the mask, whoever laugh give him a head up
He got jumped, it pumped his adrenaline
He said it made him tougher than a bump of raw medicine
To write all night long, the hourglass is still slow
Flow from Hellborn to free power like LILCo
And still owe bills, pay dues forever
Slay huge when it comes to who's more cleverer
Use to wore a leather goose V with a fur collar
And charged a fee for loose leaf words for dollar
Ya' heard? Holler, broad or dude, we need food
Eat your teams for sure, the streets sure seem rude
For fam like the Partridges, pardon him for the mix-up
Battle for your Atari cartridges or put your kicks up
It's a stick up
Now put your blix up, these Riddick Bowe cuts
Is swoll like penile flicks, give 'em 20
The danger in his eyes'll let you know he's a brawler
Bring your tallest champs like that much taller
Ten pounds heavier, one step ahead of it
Vocab, stamina, style's all irrelevant
Camps and cliques, units, squad crews and clans
Even your tongues'll fuck around and leave your mouth
DOOM brung that bum, there goes that news van again
Act like you knew like Toucan Sam and 'em
He eat rappers like part of a complete breakfast
Your rhymes ain't worth the weight of they cheap necklace
String 'em up, bring 'em up under whack junk snack
And get that out your hand, punk, jump and get your dunk smacked
Foul, we all know the rules bro, you slow
You blow the soup on your fools, his own boss like Hugo
You go lights, camera, action with no makeup
We De La to the death, or at least until we break up
Here's a couple of nice guys who finished first
So nice try, but the prize is ours dispersed
They say the good die young, so I added some
Bad-ass to my flavor to prolong my life over the drum
Everyone cools off from bein' hot
It's about if you can handle bein' cold or not
And we was told to hop on no one's dick by Prince Paul
We stayed original ever since y'all
First to do a lot of things in the game, but the last to say it
No need to place it on a scale to weigh it
And don't do it for the plays or to raise the bar
Yet it's raised anyway, it's so amazing, are
The three L.I. brothers from a other way of thinking
Hey your lady's winking, I think you need to control that
Or I'll have to hold that
The elements are airborne, I smell the success
(Yo let's cookie cut the shit and get the gingerbread, man)
Sacrifice mics and push drugs to these rappers
Puff ponies 'til I turn blue in the lips
Sippin broads like 7-Up (ahh) so refreshing
I finger pop these verses like first dates
The birthdates' September 2-1, 1-9, 6-8
Too old to rhyme, too bad, too late
Be them average MC's of the times
Unlike them, we craft gems
So systematically inclined to pen lines
Without sayin a producer's name all over the track
Yeah, I said it!
What you need to do is get back to reading credits
We them medics, alphabetically stuck on that english
Knock it out before we pour that sure shot more rock cocaine flow
From the top of the key, for three, Villain
Been on in the game as long as you can wheelie your Schwinn
Turn the corner spinnin', bust that ass and get up
Dust off the mask, whoever laugh give him a head up
He got jumped, it pumped his adrenaline
He said it made him tougher than a bump of raw medicine
To write all night long, the hourglass is still slow
Flow from Hellborn to free power like LILCo
And still owe bills, pay dues forever
Slay huge when it comes to who's more cleverer
Use to wore a leather goose V with a fur collar
And charged a fee for loose leaf words for dollar
Ya' heard? Holler, broad or dude, we need food
Eat your teams for sure, the streets sure seem rude
For fam like the Partridges, pardon him for the mix-up
Battle for your Atari cartridges or put your kicks up
It's a stick up
Now put your blix up, these Riddick Bowe cuts
Is swoll like penile flicks, give 'em 20
The danger in his eyes'll let you know he's a brawler
Bring your tallest champs like that much taller
Ten pounds heavier, one step ahead of it
Vocab, stamina, style's all irrelevant
Camps and cliques, units, squad crews and clans
Even your tongues'll fuck around and leave your mouth
DOOM brung that bum, there goes that news van again
Act like you knew like Toucan Sam and 'em
He eat rappers like part of a complete breakfast
Your rhymes ain't worth the weight of they cheap necklace
String 'em up, bring 'em up under whack junk snack
And get that out your hand, punk, jump and get your dunk smacked
Foul, we all know the rules bro, you slow
You blow the soup on your fools, his own boss like Hugo
You go lights, camera, action with no makeup
We De La to the death, or at least until we break up
Here's a couple of nice guys who finished first
So nice try, but the prize is ours dispersed
They say the good die young, so I added some
Bad-ass to my flavor to prolong my life over the drum
Everyone cools off from bein' hot
It's about if you can handle bein' cold or not
And we was told to hop on no one's dick by Prince Paul
We stayed original ever since y'all
First to do a lot of things in the game, but the last to say it
No need to place it on a scale to weigh it
And don't do it for the plays or to raise the bar
Yet it's raised anyway, it's so amazing, are
The three L.I. brothers from a other way of thinking
Hey your lady's winking, I think you need to control that
Or I'll have to hold that
The elements are airborne, I smell the success
(Yo let's cookie cut the shit and get the gingerbread, man)
Sacrifice mics and push drugs to these rappers
Puff ponies 'til I turn blue in the lips
Sippin broads like 7-Up (ahh) so refreshing
I finger pop these verses like first dates
The birthdates' September 2-1, 1-9, 6-8
Too old to rhyme, too bad, too late
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:02.92] Up in them five-star tellies and two mic rhymes
[00:06.17] Be them average MC's of the times
[00:08.16] Unlike them, we craft gems
[00:10.24] So systematically inclined to pen lines
[00:13.06] Without sayin a producer's name all over the track
[00:16.31] Yeah, I said it!
[00:17.47] What you need to do is get back to reading credits
[00:19.79] We them medics, alphabetically stuck on that english
[00:22.56] Knock it out before we pour that sure shot more rock cocaine flow
[00:26.35] From the top of the key, for three, Villain
[00:28.93] Been on in the game as long as you can wheelie your Schwinn
[00:31.74] Turn the corner spinnin', bust that ass and get up
[00:34.50] Dust off the mask, whoever laugh give him a head up
[00:37.48] He got jumped, it pumped his adrenaline
[00:40.05] He said it made him tougher than a bump of raw medicine
[00:42.69] To write all night long, the hourglass is still slow
[00:45.63] Flow from Hellborn to free power like LILCo
[00:48.38] And still owe bills, pay dues forever
[00:51.11] Slay huge when it comes to who's more cleverer
[00:53.86] Use to wore a leather goose V with a fur collar
[00:56.45] And charged a fee for loose leaf words for dollar
[00:59.06] Ya' heard? Holler, broad or dude, we need food
[01:01.92] Eat your teams for sure, the streets sure seem rude
[01:04.65] For fam like the Partridges, pardon him for the mix-up
[01:08.03] Battle for your Atari cartridges or put your kicks up
[01:10.13] It's a stick up
[01:10.95] Now put your blix up, these Riddick Bowe cuts
[01:13.40] Is swoll like penile flicks, give 'em 20
[01:16.01] The danger in his eyes'll let you know he's a brawler
[01:19.01] Bring your tallest champs like that much taller
[01:21.82] Ten pounds heavier, one step ahead of it
[01:24.53] Vocab, stamina, style's all irrelevant
[01:27.29] Camps and cliques, units, squad crews and clans
[01:30.58] Even your tongues'll fuck around and leave your mouth
[01:33.97] DOOM brung that bum, there goes that news van again
[01:37.15] Act like you knew like Toucan Sam and 'em
[01:39.80] He eat rappers like part of a complete breakfast
[01:42.33] Your rhymes ain't worth the weight of they cheap necklace
[01:45.04] String 'em up, bring 'em up under whack junk snack
[01:47.86] And get that out your hand, punk, jump and get your dunk smacked
[01:51.09] Foul, we all know the rules bro, you slow
[01:53.88] You blow the soup on your fools, his own boss like Hugo
[01:56.50] You go lights, camera, action with no makeup
[01:59.79] We De La to the death, or at least until we break up
[02:02.66] Here's a couple of nice guys who finished first
[02:05.14] So nice try, but the prize is ours dispersed
[02:07.99] They say the good die young, so I added some
[02:10.79] Bad-ass to my flavor to prolong my life over the drum
[02:14.24] Everyone cools off from bein' hot
[02:16.40] It's about if you can handle bein' cold or not
[02:18.96] And we was told to hop on no one's dick by Prince Paul
[02:22.49] We stayed original ever since y'all
[02:24.68] First to do a lot of things in the game, but the last to say it
[02:28.09] No need to place it on a scale to weigh it
[02:30.14] And don't do it for the plays or to raise the bar
[02:32.81] Yet it's raised anyway, it's so amazing, are
[02:35.31] The three L.I. brothers from a other way of thinking
[02:38.39] Hey your lady's winking, I think you need to control that
[02:40.92] Or I'll have to hold that
[02:41.72] The elements are airborne, I smell the success
[02:44.30] (Yo let's cookie cut the shit and get the gingerbread, man)
[02:47.33] Sacrifice mics and push drugs to these rappers
[02:50.05] Puff ponies 'til I turn blue in the lips
[02:52.50] Sippin broads like 7-Up (ahh) so refreshing
[02:55.52] I finger pop these verses like first dates
[02:57.63] The birthdates' September 2-1, 1-9, 6-8
[03:01.45] Too old to rhyme, too bad, too late
[03:05.02]
[00:06.17] Be them average MC's of the times
[00:08.16] Unlike them, we craft gems
[00:10.24] So systematically inclined to pen lines
[00:13.06] Without sayin a producer's name all over the track
[00:16.31] Yeah, I said it!
[00:17.47] What you need to do is get back to reading credits
[00:19.79] We them medics, alphabetically stuck on that english
[00:22.56] Knock it out before we pour that sure shot more rock cocaine flow
[00:26.35] From the top of the key, for three, Villain
[00:28.93] Been on in the game as long as you can wheelie your Schwinn
[00:31.74] Turn the corner spinnin', bust that ass and get up
[00:34.50] Dust off the mask, whoever laugh give him a head up
[00:37.48] He got jumped, it pumped his adrenaline
[00:40.05] He said it made him tougher than a bump of raw medicine
[00:42.69] To write all night long, the hourglass is still slow
[00:45.63] Flow from Hellborn to free power like LILCo
[00:48.38] And still owe bills, pay dues forever
[00:51.11] Slay huge when it comes to who's more cleverer
[00:53.86] Use to wore a leather goose V with a fur collar
[00:56.45] And charged a fee for loose leaf words for dollar
[00:59.06] Ya' heard? Holler, broad or dude, we need food
[01:01.92] Eat your teams for sure, the streets sure seem rude
[01:04.65] For fam like the Partridges, pardon him for the mix-up
[01:08.03] Battle for your Atari cartridges or put your kicks up
[01:10.13] It's a stick up
[01:10.95] Now put your blix up, these Riddick Bowe cuts
[01:13.40] Is swoll like penile flicks, give 'em 20
[01:16.01] The danger in his eyes'll let you know he's a brawler
[01:19.01] Bring your tallest champs like that much taller
[01:21.82] Ten pounds heavier, one step ahead of it
[01:24.53] Vocab, stamina, style's all irrelevant
[01:27.29] Camps and cliques, units, squad crews and clans
[01:30.58] Even your tongues'll fuck around and leave your mouth
[01:33.97] DOOM brung that bum, there goes that news van again
[01:37.15] Act like you knew like Toucan Sam and 'em
[01:39.80] He eat rappers like part of a complete breakfast
[01:42.33] Your rhymes ain't worth the weight of they cheap necklace
[01:45.04] String 'em up, bring 'em up under whack junk snack
[01:47.86] And get that out your hand, punk, jump and get your dunk smacked
[01:51.09] Foul, we all know the rules bro, you slow
[01:53.88] You blow the soup on your fools, his own boss like Hugo
[01:56.50] You go lights, camera, action with no makeup
[01:59.79] We De La to the death, or at least until we break up
[02:02.66] Here's a couple of nice guys who finished first
[02:05.14] So nice try, but the prize is ours dispersed
[02:07.99] They say the good die young, so I added some
[02:10.79] Bad-ass to my flavor to prolong my life over the drum
[02:14.24] Everyone cools off from bein' hot
[02:16.40] It's about if you can handle bein' cold or not
[02:18.96] And we was told to hop on no one's dick by Prince Paul
[02:22.49] We stayed original ever since y'all
[02:24.68] First to do a lot of things in the game, but the last to say it
[02:28.09] No need to place it on a scale to weigh it
[02:30.14] And don't do it for the plays or to raise the bar
[02:32.81] Yet it's raised anyway, it's so amazing, are
[02:35.31] The three L.I. brothers from a other way of thinking
[02:38.39] Hey your lady's winking, I think you need to control that
[02:40.92] Or I'll have to hold that
[02:41.72] The elements are airborne, I smell the success
[02:44.30] (Yo let's cookie cut the shit and get the gingerbread, man)
[02:47.33] Sacrifice mics and push drugs to these rappers
[02:50.05] Puff ponies 'til I turn blue in the lips
[02:52.50] Sippin broads like 7-Up (ahh) so refreshing
[02:55.52] I finger pop these verses like first dates
[02:57.63] The birthdates' September 2-1, 1-9, 6-8
[03:01.45] Too old to rhyme, too bad, too late
[03:05.02]