It′s The Late Nite Flow on the chill radio
A time to kick back and let your mind go, baby
Like the vinyl record spinning to the lyrical soundAs you tune your soul deep to my wisdom profound
That'll metaphorically lift you with my philosophical mind
With a deeper than deep wisdom you can′t define
So elevate your weight to a level of my own to comprehend the power
Of this chaotic cyclone that orbits around your atmosphere
Like a space shuttle from the future coming in the clear
To blow your mind back with my latest invention
Of cybernetic and prophetic propagated prevention
That spins you like a top
You know I'll never stop until the dream is over
And this inception is justified
To correct my inner demons with a savior inside
And while I'm lounging in my chair with a song that fits my vibe
I become telepathic and slap you from the side
With a book like a broom
In which a witch would get around if these devils did exist
But I′m here to tell truth
And with a tenacity I must persist
To take a stand against the power that creates a deemed illusion
Aspiring to flood your aura and disrupt it with confusion
So I′m here to say,
"Relax and flow into the fusion like a wave upon the shore
That cools your heater feet"
That walked upon the street
I supply the wickest beat
To make your mind whirl like a toilet when it flushes
And when I wink these eyes I get them ladies blushing
For my style is "bistarre"
I mean bizarre, yet funkizod
I mean funkified
Oh yeah, quite exotic
Elusively exceeding elemental ecstatic encased erotics
To trip and flip your heart right into my pocket
Like a rocket with my words so sensual
And combined, so satisfied
I leave you with a tone
That's it
(Inaudible gibberish)
Incredibly certified
This is that Late Nite Flow on the chill radio
With your shock jock DJs, The Metaphorical O′s
So sick we'll have you blowing your nose
Tricking minds like Obi-Wan Kenobi
Holy moly
Like Howard Stern, we′ll have you disrobing
Tits showing
Welcome to the shit show
Get your tickets to the live performance for $15 or less, motherfucker
Dropping freestyles
Astronomical, atomical
Grade A, like we're staying on that honor roll
Showing up to school just to show we got class
And that we′re honorable
Exonerated for the crimes that we committed against your mind
Twisting it up
Fists up
The time has come for fisticuffs
But when we knock you down, we will lift you up
I told you already that we got class
Hot as the sun
Running through the planets for fun
My Very Eager Mother Just Ordered Us Nine Pizzas
And they're as gorgeous as a fine chica
She read my mind like a mind reader
I got a dog, Rita
And it is time to feed her
Imma put the mic down for just a couple seconds...
Alright I'm back
Wiggity whack
The Zach Attack
The Master of Rap, along with his boy Jack
Hoping one day you′ll give a slap on the back
And show some damn respect
Instead of tryna have the last laugh
We′re coming live from Muscle Shoals, Alabama
Flexing hard, so our muscles show in panorama
Perfectly poised, but not polite in the slightest
Purposefully poetic
Spitting rhetoric without even opening eyelids
Prophesizing properly with peak probability
It's preposterous to apologize for making people run and hide
Before calling them back
Yelling, "olly olly oxen free"
You couldn′t possibly compete with the pimps we is
Cuz we got game like the king of the Olympians
Throwing thunder
Making mountains crumble
Scaring you shitless, so you don't even need a bunghole
Nah, just kidding
We′re friendly and nice
We'd offer you a lift, or at least lend you a bike
I hold the phone, then I pick up the mic
And I read a little ditty
Tryna give you my life
Cuz as I write it down my worries fade
And I′m in much less of a hurry to get to the next day
This moment is a present, so cherish it now
Cuz life is too fast to put the pedal to the metal
