Flows Still Ill {Ill Flows 2}
Just spittin a lil bit of knowldge bout how a veiw life, but mostly just being lyrical as I can be.
Wassup PPL... This is Cal-Wu, hope ya'll folk like my music cuz I do a bit of hip hop, hardcore rap, and nod yo head music all in 1 wit clever word play and metaphors... Thatz all I gotta say, HOLLA... 1 If ya'll like my shit then vote it if ya'll don't vote and leave a message tellin me what ya'll think.
More shyt soon
Story behind the song
Always writing music late at night and just started writing.
Lyrics
Cloud fog my head like a moist muggy detroit summer morning, look to the sky yawnin,dreamin of a day I'll have my own spawn n wife. Constantly contemplatin life, I'm sittin in purgatory - lookin left to see my fun and dark past, n to my right shrouds of an unknown life, that I could've lived in the past. Makin history repeat itself, no control cuz history always repeats itself, Deja Vu, dreamin days of the whoz,whens, and why. I think of the ways I have n why I do the things I do, sometimes doubting myself even tho I'm quick to pull tha trigga. Can neva turn on a loved one not even myself, no matter even when I'm floatin down shyts creak without a paddle. Learning to shake rattle and roll, bob n weave, constantly have my feet like a centipede. Always moving - always groovin - street nigga til the death - even when I got no pocket room to fit the cash thatz left - all my niggaz to my left - reppin infinite phoenix risen from the ashes ova and ova - neva gettin colda - child of a deaf adult call me a coda - I ain't irish no luck in tha 4 leaf clover - just talent spit ova the mic n ova a beat this is true poetry - my floetry - float buildings. mind, body, and souletry... Put rhymes on toiletry, wipe my ass wit knowledge.. Thatz why mc's can't help but to acknowledge, why they call me the master, seein that my main attraction is my action matter a fact itz my faction- leavin people wit a new type of satisfaction - don't step or I'll have yo chest yellin Bulletz! I'll catch them. While groupie screamin Infinite catch them, infinite flows from my mouth and my nutz, ppl of the world can't help or get enogh of us. Rappers don't got mics long enough to fuck wit us, don't close the street option, scared to fist fight, can't buck wit us. Wilderness king of the beast - king of these beats, stompin in lugz and Air force 1's - when trouble arive look for bush aboard air force 1 - got every nicholas caged on the streets like aboard con air. Want help wit yo flows send an s.o.s to the 313 to plant a seed into the growin mind of the next hip hop breed. Whether an underage father neva to skip out - just ride the beats out - blow that heat out - makin millions so his kid can have what he haven't - every lil thing if itz a girl even zillions. Or a lil girl that looks up to a lauren hill or a foxy brown. Or just a cat thatz a love slave to this rap shyt. Thatz me a love sick puppy that just want the game to caress him - Bless him. Send trial and tribulations his way to test him. To prove himself like bruce lee he's the best of the best of em. MC can't really contest wit him. Cal-Wu be the next MC to fall in the ranks wit the rest of em.
