Текст песни Main Flow - Perform Around States
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[Main Flow]What I unleash though, iller than San Luis ObispoSpan-ish flow, roll up some leaf by the bistroHonest at, on my way blackMoves for the monterey jack, no time to lay back, to sway thatYou know the clips blow, while you tiptoe, eclipse flowRanked diplo, words to rip show, I hit yofor cash crop, we gettin off at the last stopPut on some Dead Prez shit, ready to blast copsSpread sauce, {?} war like Red CrossYou`re dead boss, go `head floss suffer a fair lossProp pins, punchin your chin, Bernard HopkinsTop tens, daily drop ins, liable to cop spinsVoice`ll leave your ears with a heat rashTo reach past, each task, rhyme for the E classAnd skate alleys, waist like Bally`s, break to CaliLocate the valleys, for one who battle state rallys[Chorus: repeat 2X - scratches collaged together]"My proof is growin like pot seeds""We hate snakes" "perform around states""We collect marks" "we face crime""We protect hearts"[Main Flow]We travel shoulder ours, over styles, the rap nova childPerhaps the older wild soldier that`ll go the milesDirect feeds connect cheese with neck speedsRespect needs, so occasionally the tec bleedsTall witty crews, choose a far prettier nooseCar committee tools, small city bluesSample kings trample bings, handful of PhillipinesLampin with greens turn examples to fiendsWith new line my crew dine in due timeA true climb, a few rhymes, a shoeshineGirbaud slack, cover trends watch `em grow backFans should know that, they hit the sand for the pro packAmigos that waste copsFace ops, bank stops, replace flopsWaste block, where normally the gaze lockAlways cocked with the grace keeps the crates stocked[Chorus][Main Flow]I got the brain for poker, puff L`s like a chain smokerNot your mayn broker, get up out my lane jokerCrook stacks, it`s hard for me to look backContinue foottracks to book fast the hook packedScarier mode, 5-0-3 area codeBury your robe, flow down to carry a loadIt`s banned reaches, respects what my fam teachesMy man preaches so we all relax on sand beachesCalm wind, plenty of sun, packs got plenty to runSend me with some, crumbs for 21For the ones who take chances, money in advancesSpill blood in ambulancesThe live diss, for all of you sirensJump in your ride to this, hydro die blissHigh on your vibe sis, survival was missedSurvive on the twist, we`re headed to a hop on the list[Chorus]