FLOW by Mistah Crisp Lyrics
Mistah Crisp
[Verse 1]
Feeling like comatose
Rip a toke straight west coast
Ain’t much to boast
But fool you a joke
Smoke ye to a stroke
Dab make you straight choke
Yuh I’m on an elope
Straight to the brain on dope
Bitch I been walking the tightrope
Write up some lyrical poems
Pop acid then chill out with some tums
Fuck partying with these other damn bums
Shuck your cornrow head ass
With knuckles all brass
Tryna smoke on my grass
Show your damn class before you end up on your ass
[Verse 2]
Sick of the po po
Just let me grow dough
Leave it on the low
But y’all shit I could forgo
So…
I could leave others to your cocoa and Bordeaux
It’s growing or showing to the wack ass flowing
Or it’s knowing what I’m cooking with a row and throwing
Lifestyle on fro you don’t know what I’m sewing
Bring it overtime on the climb cause I’m in my prime
Precision dive like a cobra
I take this shit going in raw
Go in head first with only one damn claw
Went from rags to riches
From bags to bitches
Leave the nags to the ditches
Kick that overdrive with ambition
Say I got precision vision when I make an incision
Creating energy like some motherfucking fission
Got that drip off me
Don’t got the grip on me
Say you a real homie
But you’d cook me with a Tommy
[Bridge]
You didn’t even know when I hit the flow
You don’t even know where I’m finna go
What
Say what
Say what
You don’t even know where I’m finna go
[Verse 3]
Throwing off the dust cause I made it past the cusp
Flipping beats just for the combust
Spinning round like some shot put
Flame up on my mind not some burnt out soot
I’m gonna run down this game barefoot
Skipping I been whipping
Double dipping
Leave your bitch dripping
Never slipping
Just shipping
Ripping out hearts in the street
But shit for me I won’t call it a feat
I know these plays like ain’t no cheat
Cause I’m up fucking ablaze
Eyes looking a glaze but I got a locked on gaze
Could flow anywhere from months to days
But I don’t want a bit of praise
[Verse 4]
They say where's the show
But you know I’m on a glow
You wanted a closer
But I’ll smash your head with a bulldozer
Call me a poser but I’ll show you a real fucking composer
Cause you hear that bass shaking you like you need a brace
Needed a taste but I only got dealt a double damn ace
Hand a crisp fifty to grab something to make me not feel flimsy
In the crib dizzy
In the cup got some fizzy
Hair a little out frizzy
Who you talking to I’m busy
Out rolling some icky that sticky
Smoke to feel breezy and chilly
Or bars burning you like some double down damn chili
Really
I’m just gonna fuck me up another Killy
Make SKRT a hit just to cruise off in a Bentley
Let the rest of the rap game down gently
[Outro]
Making it in
Either fame or the loony bin
But with a grin
I’ll pin a win straight to my skin
One sin sipping out tin
Til that la fin
Ya nothing akin
[Verse 1]
Feeling like comatose
Rip a toke straight west coast
Ain’t much to boast
But fool you a joke
Smoke ye to a stroke
Dab make you straight choke
Yuh I’m on an elope
Straight to the brain on dope
Bitch I been walking the tightrope
Write up some lyrical poems
Pop acid then chill out with some tums
Fuck partying with these other damn bums
Shuck your cornrow head ass
With knuckles all brass
Tryna smoke on my grass
Show your damn class before you end up on your ass
[Verse 2]
Sick of the po po
Just let me grow dough
Leave it on the low
But y’all shit I could forgo
So…
I could leave others to your cocoa and Bordeaux
It’s growing or showing to the wack ass flowing
Or it’s knowing what I’m cooking with a row and throwing
Lifestyle on fro you don’t know what I’m sewing
Bring it overtime on the climb cause I’m in my prime
Precision dive like a cobra
I take this shit going in raw
Go in head first with only one damn claw
Went from rags to riches
From bags to bitches
Leave the nags to the ditches
Kick that overdrive with ambition
Say I got precision vision when I make an incision
Creating energy like some motherfucking fission
Got that drip off me
Don’t got the grip on me
Say you a real homie
But you’d cook me with a Tommy
[Bridge]
You didn’t even know when I hit the flow
You don’t even know where I’m finna go
What
Say what
Say what
You don’t even know where I’m finna go
[Verse 3]
Throwing off the dust cause I made it past the cusp
Flipping beats just for the combust
Spinning round like some shot put
Flame up on my mind not some burnt out soot
I’m gonna run down this game barefoot
Skipping I been whipping
Double dipping
Leave your bitch dripping
Never slipping
Just shipping
Ripping out hearts in the street
But shit for me I won’t call it a feat
I know these plays like ain’t no cheat
Cause I’m up fucking ablaze
Eyes looking a glaze but I got a locked on gaze
Could flow anywhere from months to days
But I don’t want a bit of praise
[Verse 4]
They say where's the show
But you know I’m on a glow
You wanted a closer
But I’ll smash your head with a bulldozer
Call me a poser but I’ll show you a real fucking composer
Cause you hear that bass shaking you like you need a brace
Needed a taste but I only got dealt a double damn ace
Hand a crisp fifty to grab something to make me not feel flimsy
In the crib dizzy
In the cup got some fizzy
Hair a little out frizzy
Who you talking to I’m busy
Out rolling some icky that sticky
Smoke to feel breezy and chilly
Or bars burning you like some double down damn chili
Really
I’m just gonna fuck me up another Killy
Make SKRT a hit just to cruise off in a Bentley
Let the rest of the rap game down gently
[Outro]
Making it in
Either fame or the loony bin
But with a grin
I’ll pin a win straight to my skin
One sin sipping out tin
Til that la fin
Ya nothing akin