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f.l.o.w. the l.g. - opposition (intro) lyrics

okay you’re now tuned in to the lyrical g+nius
let me show y ‘all how to do this man
you gone need permission to get on this joint
y ‘all better get y ‘all mind right (f.l.o.w.)

what comes to mind after hearing f.l.o.w. for the first time
a rapper so divine, with lyrics to ease your mind with punchlines
hard enough to lyrically break spines, you can tell from the tone in
my voice it’s game time (it’s game time)
call me the chef because i always got the recipe, you might come close
but you can never get the best of me; my flow is sub+zero but
i’m as hot as a kettle be, flyer than a pilot but i’m grounded as a pedal be
the triple h of the game, step too close and get the pedigree; laid out
like school clothes, i stay ready b
i’m as dirty as incest, cleaner than windex; in the heat of battle i’m
disrespectful as insects
sit back relax i got this, go take a seat; when f.l.o.w.’s on the beat
chicks get loose as jamaican freaks
hotter than bacon grease, but straighter than pants that were meant to crease
shoutout to flame because he made the beat

if opposition is your mission, i’ll battle you till submission
it wouldn’t be a wise decision to deny my recognition
i’m patient like i be fishin’, not the one you should be dissin’
when i’m done with the beat to get on it, you gone need permission
with pinpoint precision, you could never see my vision
the best thing for you to do right now is to listen
from a different dimension, i’m standing at full attention
i’m the lyrical g+nius in case i forgot to mention
i’m much too real for the fakin’, this beat is mine for the takin
wack rappers on my plate, they get ate like waffles and bacon
i put my face in her cake, and i left her wet as a lake and
but before i did that, i left both legs shakin’
without no hesitation, there was no procrastination
i just left the beat shook, that’s lyrical earthquakin’
i left her occupied, that’s the opposite of vacant
plus i got the deathstroke (contract assassination)
she get more mouth than harmonicas, she should be monitored
how long did it take you to get that man i was timing ya
vietnam how i’m bombin’ ya, f.l.o.w. sick need thermometers
get up on the track and slay the beat twice like i’m monica
ginuwine with the stroke, so she wanna ride the pony
told her that i can dig that like hector zeroni
people are prosthetics, they either fake or they phony
and that includes ya family members, and ya homies

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