Flex

Here comes the flex, here comes the flow

And where the damage stops you know no one can surely know

But you know that the mic is gonna be the epicenter

Anytime I'm wreckin', you know that I be up in a

Instrumental, that's right, I said mental

Mind's in motion, the room is on rental

None of my phrases are coincidental

Each one is thought out before they exit my mouth

'Cause that's my route, better yet my plan

Who am I? The man, what do I do? Rock a jam

Damn, I need to slow it down because it's gettin' rather tricky

Words tend to slur when I flow quickly

Over fat funk tracks, I drop the mack

I never lack, 'cause I'm a lac, see where I'm at

I'm up to bat and takin' these rhymes to the fence

This is called a freestyle for those who may be dense

No sense or no experience with the vision

Abstract rhymes over tracks to definition

So sit back, recline, and let your mental flow free

As the mic gets ripped so that the style stays free

I got the flex, my style is free

So sit back and recline and let your mental flow free

I got the flex, my style is free

So sit back and recline and let your mental flow free

Here comes the drums, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum

Into the climax, that's when I come

Off at the mouth like diarrhea

With the busy style like Gillespie

That's the warnin', so suckers don't test me

'Cause you can't mess me up, stress me up

Run up or press me up in shackles

Or you get smacked with the style so free it sprouts wings

Rhyme harmonics though I do not sing

I bring my little thing with a little swing like Mr. Callaway

I can't call a cab, 'cause they won't stop when I flag 'em

But mics I grab 'em, beats I tag 'em

Crowds I have 'em, and I do get dumb

Over a drum, keyboards, and I can't forget the bassline

Once the table's set, hit the play button and dine

On the vibes, the vibes, let the funk flow in

The spirit of the beat is in here, Mike Flynn

B-Sides wins again, B standin' for breakbeats

Bass parts, busy tracks to get you on your feet

The only way to play it is to vibe off the reel

'Cause you can't get the funk if you don't have the skills

I got the flex, my style is free

So sit back and recline and let your mental flow free

I got the flex, my style is free

So sit back and recline and let your mental flow free

Let the shakin' begin right here

You be standin' in the epicenter

Let the shakin' begin right here

You be standin' on the epicenter

Let the shakin' begin right here

You be standin' in the epicenter

Let the shakin' begin right here

You be standin' on a quake

From the shiver to the shakin' to the aftershock

Standin' around waitin' for the tectonic plates to move

Let the shakin' begin right here

The scene is one of insufficient data

What is the matter?

I got the flex, my style is free

So sit back and recline and let your mental flow free

I got the flex, my style is free

So sit back and recline and let your mental flow free

I got the flex, my style is free

So sit back and recline and let your mental flow free

I got the flex, my style is free

So sit back and recline and let your mental flow free

From the shiver to the shakin' to the aftershock (Uh)

From the shiver to the shakin' to the aftershock

From the shiver to the shakin' to the aftershock (Come on)

From the shiver to the shakin' to the aftershock

Standin' around waitin' on the tectonic plates to move (Ow)

I'm gettin' rhymes for the times when I wasn't gettin' nothin'

The thought of even frontin' seemed to be an inconjunction

But I know that doin' nothin' only adds up into nothin'

I balance my consumption and aim for reconstruction

Wack MCs need to meet destruction

Phat rhymes aimed at their illin' impulses

The Zulu Nation masses, the V.A.T. bumrushes

So I create the rhymes that keep on crushin'

Heads catch fits 'cause they can't catch hits

Dances and splits, and flowin' like clits

I tame and taunt sucker MCs that flaunt

Styles so real that they couldn't be bought

From the shiver to the shakin' to the aftershock (Uh)

From the shiver to the shakin' to the aftershock

From the shiver to the shakin' to the aftershock (Come on)

From the shiver to the shakin' to the aftershock

Standin' around waitin' on the tectonic plates to move

(Hey Bernie, play some more)

I got the flex, my style is free

So sit back and recline and let your mental flow free

I got the flex, my style is free

So sit back and recline and let your mental flow free

I got the flex, my style is free

So sit back and recline and let your mental flow free

I got the flex, my style is free

So sit back and recline and let your mental flow free

I'ma be sick

No, don't do that

Hey Bernie, I'm sick of you, man

Aw, man

I keep the files on tape of the plate that you ate

When you visited my old bush camp

You left a fat tab, but I never caught crabs

'Cause my style could never ever be cramped

Eight by tens of my flow, the prototype flows

The others fall off because they're movin' too slow

I wait to clock dough, 'cause right through the door

Be a whole lot of tips never tapped before

I got the flex, my style is free

So sit back and recline and let your mental flow free

I got the flex, my style is free

So sit back and recline and let your mental flow free

I got the flex, my style is free

So sit back and recline and let your mental flow free

I got the flex, my style is free

So sit back and recline and let your mental flow free

Let the shakin' begin right here

You be standin' in the epicenter

One more time

Begin

Hey man, is this drug-related?

It's not drug-related