Текст песни John Cena f Bumpy Knuckles (Freddie Foxx - Flow Easy
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[Bumpy Knuckles a.k.a. Freddie Foxxx]First and foremost...Flow easy, yoYo, yo, for the hood (for the hood)Everybody flow easy, ha ha, so easyYo, listenFor the corrupt mob, John Cena, Trademarc, listenI embarass MC`s who touch the mic with meThat`s why they never holla when it`s showtime - gimmeI spit poison like a black snake bit meGuns up in the E-Class, D`s can`t get meMy foot is a 13, 12`s don`t fit meMy heart is cold and hard like Jack Frost bit meSo many new flows old flows start to panicIt`s time they got built by the mic mechanicY`all heard, I stay in hood streets like curbsAnd never forget, where I come from, wordI ain`t goin broke, fuck you, I`ll cop me a brickAnd take it straight to the block, forget rap quickDon`t trip, Bump got a speed zone signFor suckers who move too fast against mineI`m pressed, pushin it full speed aheadYou left, bullet in chest, meet the dead, so[Chorus]Flow easy, turn up the mic it`s timeto flow easy, whenever I spit my rhymeI flow easy, the underground pound and grimeFlow easy, but yours don`t sound like mineI flow easy, turn up the mic it`s timeI flow easy, whenever I spit my rhymeI flow easy, the underground pound and grimeFlow easy, so yours don`t sound like mine I flow easy[Tha Trademarc]Philosopher first, rapper secondManifest the message, lessons involvedIt all but hits you, aviate your crew and lift youSo what`s the issue? Trademarc has got it locked before he meet youGreet your mind before we even greet youWon`t mislead you, I ain`t trustin people, cause I defeat youTake it down a notch, slow your rollCause we crush spirits, like we stole your soulI set styles off dog, y`all are fuckin mimicsMan I talk more shit than pro-lifers in abortion clinicsRun my mouth off like high school rumorsMan and grab microphones like pedophiles gropin late bloomersFlow easy like your first day with white sneakersYou just a face in the crowd like packed bleachersHuh, you better rock a sleevelessFreddie Foxxx, Trademarc, John Cena breeze throughY`all are fuckin divas[Chorus][John Cena]First and foremost I sure post potential like CarmeloTurn a hard MC to jelloMake their skin yellow with fear while stayin mellow and clearMan, we in for one hell of a year, yeahCurse a fool like the Red Sox, we tighter than headlocksI`m flowin easy with Freddie FoxxxKnown to hang it low like dreadlocks and y`all are too slowLike wearing a weight vest and lead socksI`m a fat kid, you feed me? I`m still hungryNever let a bitch take a bill from meLike Jordan in the 4th quarter, I`m still moneyBest believe the flow water, we still runnyMake your stomach feel funny, I`m so sickWith 16 bars twice the value of gold brickMake it known quick that I`m greedy, we got the rats and the cheese BSo believe me[Chorus]