[parrish Relax I tax, or you can just max It doesn't matter, just stay the hell back Poppin much junk, now the time has I pick your card and your has been chosen Not all about ? or the stick up scene "let it flow!", you know what I I'm the pmd, in the to be rhymin and I lock ya, around the tick-tocker Suckers steady clockin at the same jockin So a brother like md takes a and lay low Hypnotize your girl, the funk flow
sermon] I got my to keep me pumpin, just like getti Use the same as mario andretti butt in the beginning all the way to the end He drives, I no matter what we win I come equipped, with the mic on my hip So if you real, it's no to slip Cause when it's for some action, check on the mic-hael jackson Do a grab my nuts, and start taxin Let the mc's know that I shock like They mess the e-double-e, I sounds frightening
[parrish] so let the flow "let it flow!"
[erick Blastoff, and off you go We usually take off fast, but now we up slow I would say ? yards? , but I'm not leavin I don't go, but the girlies keep screamin So I stay, if that's fine wit you But I won't leave, until the is through So I'm here, let me get funky Fiendin for the (like a four-deuce junkie) Put the pep in step, the stride in your glide Epmd goin nationwide
[parrish While the is steady pumpin and the beat be like thumpin You lose cool, then you start jumpin out of control, and I'm right on track In seconds later I work the bone out your To with the two is to mess with hot water We like to hang, torture slaughter All mc's, who proceed to intrude E said (let em slide), say but I'm in the mood For dishin and dismissin, all who don't listen Reel the whose in, as if we was fishin So in eighty-eight, no wait I think too late in eighty-seven, you bit on the old bait
[erick] so let the funk "let it flow!"
smith] Lounge homeboy you in the danger When the pmd is on the microphone The slow momentum of my rhymes are divine and To go off beat, and come on time To maintain and explain, but never sound the And when it comes to do this, very few People on my for the rhymes I invent Dip in a phone booth just clark kent Step out dressed to impress, no intention to fess Chillin hard, the p on my chest Rhymin on the mic, while the beat rocks Throw a funky fresh rhyme and mc's it like freddy
[erick Listen to heavy metal, hardcore n roll a six-pack, maybe miller or stroh That's not the move, it's about The love y'all playin and screamin had to stop Let's get it for nineteen eighty-eight For it can sound fine for eighty-nine I the girls out there sayin e is hot That only shows you juice I got And if you don't like me, and you boo There's wrong wit me, it's somethin wrong with you So let the funk "let it flow!"
[parrish] so let the flow "let it flow!"
yo, this beat is sort of funky [sermon] man, I ain't worried about it, I it's funky "let it