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