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Flash Daddy's Back 2004
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Witness the glorious return of Flash Daddy in 2004. He dropped this bomb, kicking off production of the Pimp of the Future album. The rhymes in this song are a bunch of relics restored to their former glory!
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Available to the public for the first time, here, are the works of Flash Daddy! These masterpieces are undoubtedly an evolutionary step in the building up of a lyrical and musical force that the world will have no alternative other than to change and adapt so as to not strain its very existence when these works gain prevalence! The very world that tried to destroy Flash Daddy will one day embrace him! No cliche, no political or sports figure, no celebrity, no nothing is safe from the lyrical jabs of Flash Daddy! Alas, Flash Daddy's works are no longer coming en masse, because he is currently spitting rhymes as Murdercedes, who also has a soundclick site! Check 'em out! And cherish this treasure trove of timeless tunes!
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Genre
Podcasts • Comedy - Adult
Charts
Peak #39
Peak in subgenre #3
Author
Flash Daddy
Rights
2005 Platinumb Wreckordz
Uploaded
January 05, 2005
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MP3 5.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
One of the first songs I made on Fruity Loops. I bring back that Beastie-esque style of my earlier recordings by emphasizing the last syllable of each line, and bring in some new tricks. Oh yeah...ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US!!
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FLASH DADDY’S BACK - YOUR STYLE IS WHACK BETTER STEP BACK FROM THE FLASH WHIP CRACK BEST RISE UP – AND SALUTE THA FLASH DADDY SELF PROCLAIMED PIMP OF THE FUTURE Flash Daddy’s back in 2K4 Comin’ out harder than iron ORE So sound the gong and beat the DRUMS Flash Daddy’s back so stop twiddling your THUMBS Back to the land of filth and BEER Lemme do my thing ‘cause it’s my YEAR And all you schmucks in those Honda CIVICS Accords are faster – learn your PHYSICS And all yall jabronis – makin’ a fuss ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US Back away from the Daddy of the Flash Or else I’ll ball you up and throw you in the trash And rock the casbah just like the CLASH The house is like potatoes – positively MASHED Back to my pad to straight up crash Here comes the cops best make a mad dash I’m sittin’ in my Caddy like gravy in a BISCUIT Here is my heiny – pucker up and KISS IT Flash Daddy returns under torches that BURN And kicks all the poseurs who will never LEARN Haters get popped like popcorn KERNELS So write this whoopin’ down in your JOURNAL Like when you’re swimming and you see a shark’s FIN I ride past your big wheel on my new SCHWINN Y’all need a medicine woman like Dr. Quinn ‘Cause like the Gravitron my skills make your head SPIN I WIN – I make ‘em fly back like Street Fighter When I’m live in concert homeboys throw up their lighters I’m drinking Gatorade while you’re drinking HATERADE I don’t like to admit it but I guess I’m PLAYER MADE Gotta lotta flavor kinda like vanilla BEANS I ain’t got no lover in this world of Billie JEANS Y’all sorta like Pink – you’re miss under STOOD I say it loud and proud – “can you hear me now?” GOOD! Times are hard – the economy’s SLUMPIN’ But that don’t stop my beat from PUMPIN’ It can’t be denied that my rhymes are KILLER All my tracks are HITS there ain’t no FILLER ‘Cause I rhyme dope from beginning to the end Mackin’ on ladies but they all got boyfriends The joke’s on them for hooking up with these LOSERS When they could ride along with the Gas House BRUISER And tell ya right now I ain’t outta your league In my quest for enlightenment all yall do is intrigue When I meditate my position is LOTUS So I can rise above all the MC’s BOGUS And I ain’t some jabroni wearing aber CROMBIE Your rap game’s dead you’re a lyrical ZOMBIE And I’ll be pimpin’ up until the FINISH You’re Bluto on my Popeye then I eat the SPINACH Haters talk smack like Grandma KLUMP Then I stomp ‘em with my Reebok PUMP Haters make me mad like the American Chopper DAD The world revolves around me like a Harvard GRAD Suckas come in packs like a NASCAR race Say some words – they disappear without a trace Jabronis pass judgment like Simon COWELL Then I sling some rhymes and they throw in the TOWEL ‘Cause I’m picking off haters just like a SNIPER Jabroni goofballs have to pay the PIPER This could be averted if they would just LINGER Instead of startin’ fights like they were on Jerry SPRINGER ‘Cause my rhymes burn like acid – hydro CHLORIC While your rap game sucks like an 8 Pound ORECK Yeah I write the rhymes that make ‘em say “WHAT?!” “I think Flash Daddy just kicked your butt!” “FLASH ON THE STAGE STRAIGHT UP KICKIN IT LOUD NOW LET’S SEE HOW ROWDY WE CAN GET THIS CROWD” I’m a poet and I know it I’m a modern day bard Your milkshake doesn’t bring ME to the yard Competition is nill competition is NADA For the one man army – the solo ARMADA Ain’t no quarter asked so I ain’t givin’ no QUARTER Hermione Grangers flock to my Harry POTTER And if you say that my career is DYIN’ Your name must be Mufasa because you’re LYIN’ (lion!) You might get dissed in my editorial COLUMN I’m seekin’ that PRECIOUS like my homeboy GOLLUM I don’t like McDonalds but I’m lovin’ it Put your arms down you look like Cousin It You see me a mile away when I’m walking through the plaza ‘Cause you downloaded all my songs from Kazaa But don’t use my money to buy a bag of Prada
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