Flow [Staen-1 Remix]
Track 5 on Official Mixtape, Vol. 1
Jan. 1, 20071 viewer
Flow [Staen-1 Remix] Lyrics
[Commentary: Delta]
…bring turntablism
Track you hear from me is “The Greater Good”
Some remix stuff
If you ain’t heard them, Australia
Get to your store and cop that stuff
Sweep it
And I’m out
[Intro: Robby Balboa]
Check it out, check it out
It’s your boy Joey Brigo A.K.A. Balboa the DON
Big shoutouts to Adroit Effusive
Trials, Vents One, Setty X
‘Bout to fuckin’ spill all over this shit, check it out
[Verse: Robby Balboa]
Yo, what the fuck’s the deal with all this pop shit?
Consciousness, they lost it, it’s the forty-one on fifth
God of the gift with a brick to rock the mix
Rock the ship, the six six six apostle to spit
Rippin’ improper pop profits to bits
And tossed the festerin’ flesh to the fish
The exorcist with a nеck
Sesta sex ‘em, dеath to shock the kids
Chicks addicted to doctor scripts, flaunted a dick
Kamikaze occupant
Hit my last sixteen shots in the cockpit
Forced suicidal competish to cut their punchline fists
Off at the wrists, battles I rip
Like a dog in a fit with flicks and rabid spit
Drippin’ off the top o’ the lips, I’m honestly sick
And I’ma take off its covers for kicks, what?
…bring turntablism
Track you hear from me is “The Greater Good”
Some remix stuff
If you ain’t heard them, Australia
Get to your store and cop that stuff
Sweep it
And I’m out
[Intro: Robby Balboa]
Check it out, check it out
It’s your boy Joey Brigo A.K.A. Balboa the DON
Big shoutouts to Adroit Effusive
Trials, Vents One, Setty X
‘Bout to fuckin’ spill all over this shit, check it out
[Verse: Robby Balboa]
Yo, what the fuck’s the deal with all this pop shit?
Consciousness, they lost it, it’s the forty-one on fifth
God of the gift with a brick to rock the mix
Rock the ship, the six six six apostle to spit
Rippin’ improper pop profits to bits
And tossed the festerin’ flesh to the fish
The exorcist with a nеck
Sesta sex ‘em, dеath to shock the kids
Chicks addicted to doctor scripts, flaunted a dick
Kamikaze occupant
Hit my last sixteen shots in the cockpit
Forced suicidal competish to cut their punchline fists
Off at the wrists, battles I rip
Like a dog in a fit with flicks and rabid spit
Drippin’ off the top o’ the lips, I’m honestly sick
And I’ma take off its covers for kicks, what?
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