Flow Forever lyrics

Artist  : Rakim 
Song : Flow Forever



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[Rakim]
Aiyyo.. what's goin on?
The Mic
Lebanon Teflon Don..
I'm back baby
The year
of the 9's
and I'ma have to make these
motherfuckers a offer they can't
refuse
Y'know?

Ha, what's goin on? Yo
c'mon, you know it's on
I wrote a song, test
my flow on the Autobahn
Make sure the force is
right, I floss all night
Get off the mic it'll
smoke like an exhaust pipe
Keep em in the
lie-bury, studyin my theory
Ra theory get
translated in Swahili
From the lands as far as
Zanzibar
they understand the R, the man
Allah
It's obvious why the copiers, they copy
this
soon as my data processes Y2K they floppy
disk
Now who the hottest is? How can it not be
this?
Baby who the cockiest? Papi is?
Gracias
Aiyyo, this be so, magnifico
Even
my, typical, style difficult
Make a crowd go
wild when I rip a show
Better stand back,
this'll blow, you didn't know?

Chorus:
Rakim

They show me love when I'm come
through
Yo any club that I come to
I hit a
microphone check one two
and they know what I
wanna do - flow forever

[Rakim]
You
ever witness rapport like this before?
It's
cause y'all kiss the floor, say this my
Lord
It's the chosen one, with the golden
tongue
Flow for the old and young when I'm
holdin one
In the front row sitty, we show no
pity
where kids get jiggy and girls are so
pretty
The Wanderer, back from
Casablanca
to stomp all, what next for Ra the
Conqueror
So let's go, the best show will
explode
No dress codes, they just pose in they
best clothes
Girls get exposed when I show my
rap expo
Will there be a next episode? I guess
so
Those that halved out, wanted to have
clout
What they mad about? Must be a cash
route
MC's switch they style from they last
bout
and I bet soon as they hear this they
spaz out

Chorus
2X

[Rakim]
Wherever Rakim go, it's the
God temple
It's simple, my M.O., no
problemo
Been all over the map, even know
where Hell is at
I did the welcome mat, and
then welcome back
My flow is raw, they treat
me like Mr. Know-it-All
They want me to show
em all my brand new protocol
Excuse-a-moi, I
make a move for Ra
You ain't soupin Ra, save
the hoop-a-la
Let me find out you rhymed out
designed out
Pullin dimes out then climb out,
for time out
I'm at the free throw, playin
ball, or cee-lo, I keep dough
Reloaded like
Carlito, incognito
I be so, low key, women get
nosy
I do a show they wanna go see to get to
know me
in the front row seat they
cosy
thinkin I'm givin them the bo-bo-bee
until they O.D.

Chorus 4X