Текст песни Special Ed - Freaky Flow
Special Ed - Freaky Flow слова песни
My flow is vividI give it two-hundred percentThat`s a hundred for meAnd a hundred for the rentI know whatcha meant, Joe, I gotta flow tooCause they wack every show I go toI be leavin`I don`t be beleavin` they be evenBeleave in they own shitActin` like they owwwn, shitButcha never willSo you better chillOr getcha grill, peice, torn by the beastYou get the clawsAcross your jawsHear the roarsNow we gonna lock the doorsYour trapped in a rap like a def gameA left came, then a right, then a fight came,then a light came, then an eternal night cameNow your in it, in less than a minuteDon`t ever try to battle cause your never gonna win itYou better know your limit boyYou better know your limit.(chourous: (Jeru the Damaja) Got a, freaky, freaky freaky freaky flow. (Brother J.) It`s freaky deaky It`s freaky deaky. 2xVerse 2:I`m hereNot fronichole, but lyrically presentI`m in the flesh, yo, ain`t it freshI got that Special Ed shitSlap that dead shitNow play disNow say dis (your the greatist)I got enough to stuff into the ladiesI rub her with a rubberBut I`m lyrically rawProtect your neck and double check your jawCause I`m gettin` bummyA`yo I`m still gettin` moneyYo, ain`t it funnyHow you can`t take the ghetto out the Ed-OMaybe I`m just crazyWhy I think, I wanna kill my shrinkI see, pink hearts, yellow moons, orange stars, and green clovers,and red blood all over, a dead leprechan with a time bomb tied to it`s armIn Saigon somewhere on a farmI gotta calm, downAnd hit the wright wireOr fight fireMaybe it`s a premenission, or intuitionOr some kind of visionBut either way, I`m on a lyrical mission.Chorus 2XVerse 3:I think it`s because I break the laws of languageLike a sandwichI eat the whole beatOn whole wheatCause it`s good for your teethImagine a vaginal nigga like you on the streetBack on the concreteFeet upGettin` beat upSo when we meet up, give your seat upAnd riseThe honorable Ed is presidingStop biting, stop writing, stop hidinI hate fish motherfuckers, but I like writtingAnd snappa, blue fishI go to one fish two fishOr some lobsterNo I`m not a mobster, but medoddionIf I was white I might say: party on, dudeBut I`m the original rudeWith the New York talkSo just peep, because the skills go deepSo look, and think about it, before you leap.Chorus 2X