‘JUST FLOW (‘Drive Slow’ FreetheStyleMIX)’ Verse: These fools can't hold the kid, they ambisinister I preach just to raise some hell, then dap the minister Sour like– anodal shock, an' dabbed in vinegar Never wanna see me shine, –they drab an' miniature So gone, –talkin' all that shit out they neck {-} Poppin' them suppository percs, do derogatory work Wanna go out an' get on? Never how the story works {-} Whole lot of years to attain all them +cheers/Cheers+ {-} No need for +Sam Malone+, or +Lily Sternin+ Reason why I jam alone? I'm really learnin' Get better than I am, in a zone, I feel the burnin' Do it for the fam that's known I've had this yearnin' Since a youth, put the pen to the pad, just go {-} Started out wit' poetry, developed to a flow Morph to a deluge when I'm mad, crush a throat {-} Make a mince wit' ya' epiglottis, stay manically episodic Go tell 'em f' the topic, nothin' I do is linear Tryna overstand it? Only gon' be the end of ya' You a visitor, I'm local– wit' a lotta rich history The product, an' you sick of me Put you out ya' misery, I know you feelin' blasé Down in them doldrums, torpid in the bah-day (body) All I ever needed was help, you chose to sha-mé (shame) Claimin' that my hands always out like Khaby Lamé Cah-pay (copy)? Best you keep ya' smackers sewed up Don't go speakin' on me, bruh; {-} think an' hol' up You don't know me like that, eighty miles from ya' ambit This Chess, not Candyland, —hit you wit' that Evans Gambit Gotta hand it to him, –like a super-secret handshake Ain't used to heat this man make, proof that beasts are man-made Boosted an' feel damn great, crucial like a mandate Through wit' all yo' bland ways; juice an' you just mayonnaise Hand grenades I be writin', an' got lightnin' {-} Stuffed wit' the ship in an impossible bottle I done tossed it in a maelstrom, conjured in a mailroom Delivery's chaotic, my recipe just spells doom {–} My mind is a Philosopher's stone, I make gold 'Bout mine when I'm rockin' the 'phone, so take notes {-} I'm fine cold rockin' alone, now take hold {-} Design, cold-locked in a zone, I break molds Awake cold, but I sleep good 'Cause– I found comfort in gelidity Made a duvet out a blanket of snow, bankin' to blow Bust a tranq in ya' throat, snooze all ya' naysayin' I'm rarely vacayin', but– I could use a whole day Gotta lotta stress to release, could use a ho face Request for me to dumb it down, answer wit' usually no way A picture of my e'ryday life, no ukiyoé