Lyrics
1 2 3 unto the Flow
Joe gon put you onto some shit ya don’t know
So just chill as I reveal whats the deal
On yo beat, wit yo style, getting a feel
Of How to rock a mic, and how to change my style
Different beats From then to now actin wild
I rap over classics, from the West to the South
Ya heard of me from Word of Mouth, nigga so roll out
Now who’s that nigga reppin East Saint to the fullest
Who’s that nigga thata punch you faster than a speeding bullet
Who’s that nigga earnin real dollars, getting all the do
Man I’m tryin to sho, fuck a ho, buss a flow, try to grow some mo fa sho and just be Joe
Now why that nigga think that he just so damn hard
Actin like a joker playin poker when I’m pullin his card
What the fuck you listenin to, what ya listenin to
Bitch its 2 n tense, genesis and YG, that’s ya gotta see besides me
My rhymes stretch out like infiniti, I’m elastic
Been rappin’ for years, my stlyle is Jurassic
I’ll rap you in plastic, bite yo ass later
Nigga you can’t fuck with a true rhyme innovater
I cause pain, niggas call me a sadist
Do you like my barber and leave yo ass faded
I’ll Jack you and leave you masturbated
Whack rappers have hated since my flow was created
Fuck ya life, I’m livin mine without a care, pain I share
Playin in my pubic hair drivin my Buick down a flight of stairs
Jackin for beats, jackin with heat, in the street indiscreet
Jackin the seat, jackin my meat, beat beat, till I skeet
At a female, actin like she hated me, was just frontin
Busted in her mouth two times, now she sayin nut in
Push my buttons, like I was a PS2, watch me snap
You know what my name is, and now you know that I can rap
You can find me in East Saint Louis, rollin to clubs
Blowin out my subs, With a female trying to cop a rub
Fuck them dubs, I’m still rollin on some hubs
Getting some grub, Want some mo, ain’t got enough
And it’s all because, the way I kick shit gotta clean my shoe
Know how we do it, dirty from the EStL to the SIU
Gotta clue, well tell ya boy he betta Holla
I’m bout to go to the top, ya might as well folla
I’m the nigga in the race, settin the pace
At the plate giving grace before I fill my face
At any rate I exasperate MC’s that try to test
Put on yo vest or feel a pain in yo chest
I got all the rap patrons to adore me
And all females keep all doors open for me
On any surface, I gotta leave my mark
They say I’m flow-resent even shine in the dark
In any situation, they say I’m amazing
Bitches on their knees, now it’s me their praising
I’ve been elected the most respected add the tally
I’ve showed enough Brooklyn love, now I’m goin back to Cali
What the hell, check the cell, ya bitch is callin
Got a ride, with bitches inside, I guess I’m ballin
Fuck being ok, tastin the Alize till I’m pissy
Step in about 7 in the morning, did you miss me
Say what you say, but I’m servin niggas up on a tray
Where I stay, not Compton or Longbeach or LA
But niggas everyday livin like stars getting respect
Bobbin their heads to the music so hard, they break their neck
Yo, off the top I flow with the quickness
Spit shit to make ya flip shit, dipshits
Kick shit ya feel this the realness
Comin from the trillness makin millions
I’m never gon flop, shop till I drop
And get popped from several shots
Makin red dots on groundtops is the only way Imma stop
Niggas ain’t gon learn till millimeters teach em
You can be standing miles away, Imma still reach em
A smack in the face is how I greet em
And a punch in the face is how I defeat em
I got that shit you got to feel, Niggas know I’m just too real
I reveal what’s the deal in the streets, Criminal Minded Jackin 4 beats
I jack MC’s for mikes, I Jack plumbers for pipes
I’ll go to a jungle and Jack a zebra for his stripes
I jump on top of a hill and Jack Jill
With the mack till she feel like givin me the dollar bills
Like a give a fuck, I don’t shock, I stun
Punch Grady in the gut Jack Sanford for
