Beastie Boys - Flowin' Prose lyrics
[Beastie Boys - Flowin' Prose lyrics]
I'm flowing prose to cons and cons to pros
I'm scheming rhyme against reason like
It was flow against know
But beyond the concepts and
Emotions that rise
To the interconnectedness that underlies
The lies upon lies have lost their meaning
The plies upon plies of
Consciousness that is being
Over and over, I fall
I learned to walk from a crawl it's not sad
It's just the way and the purpose of it all
Now every word that you heard that
I said that you felt
Was put in place in the space
As they were shuffled and dealt
I steal feels from reels
But I pay my respects
Paying compliments and disses
And deciphering affects
Words are water as I court her
As she is pristine
Words and mics fall to dust and
All that's left is the feelings
I give in and I win, I try to never complain
Intentions venture to center and then
They set the stage but, I'll remain sane
Making gain without pain
Staining trains with names and driving
Lanes to the refrain
And keep it positive as painstaking as it is
I'll never turn back cause that's the
Way I've got to live
I'll never turn back cause that's the
Way I've got to live
I'll never turn back cause that's the
Way I've got to live
So like a cloud carries rain
I'm gonna carry my rhyme
Coming like thunder with lightening timing
No hesitation in gestation of
Thoughts and plans
Ferment time like wine, no ploys or scams
Like the islands dot the oceans
In the endless seas
Ideas coming to me in answer to my pleas
Woke up this morning right out of a dream
Reached for my pen and pad because my
Mind was on a rhyme scheme
What can I do with these bones and flesh?
With these animated thoughts in
A world repressed?
I'm going down like the rhythms
On the winds of change
I'm keeping calm under pressure
Like a deep-sea range
I'm flowing prose to cons and cons to pros
I'm like Toucan Sam when I follow my nose
I'm giving shouts to Gandhi, Garvey, and King
His Holiness and all enlightened beings
I'll be the one who screams
It on the microphone
I'll be the one who brings
It inside your home
But the words ain't mine
I just pass 'em along
For Betty Williams and her friends
I sing this song
And more ink from my pen and
More tears from my eyes
And more crimes are committed as
I say these lines
Youth enough, we put down the gun
I'm scheming rhyme against reason like
It was flow against know
But beyond the concepts and
Emotions that rise
To the interconnectedness that underlies
The lies upon lies have lost their meaning
The plies upon plies of
Consciousness that is being
Over and over, I fall
I learned to walk from a crawl it's not sad
It's just the way and the purpose of it all
Now every word that you heard that
I said that you felt
Was put in place in the space
As they were shuffled and dealt
I steal feels from reels
But I pay my respects
Paying compliments and disses
And deciphering affects
Words are water as I court her
As she is pristine
Words and mics fall to dust and
All that's left is the feelings
I give in and I win, I try to never complain
Intentions venture to center and then
They set the stage but, I'll remain sane
Making gain without pain
Staining trains with names and driving
Lanes to the refrain
And keep it positive as painstaking as it is
I'll never turn back cause that's the
Way I've got to live
I'll never turn back cause that's the
Way I've got to live
I'll never turn back cause that's the
Way I've got to live
So like a cloud carries rain
I'm gonna carry my rhyme
Coming like thunder with lightening timing
No hesitation in gestation of
Thoughts and plans
Ferment time like wine, no ploys or scams
Like the islands dot the oceans
In the endless seas
Ideas coming to me in answer to my pleas
Woke up this morning right out of a dream
Reached for my pen and pad because my
Mind was on a rhyme scheme
What can I do with these bones and flesh?
With these animated thoughts in
A world repressed?
I'm going down like the rhythms
On the winds of change
I'm keeping calm under pressure
Like a deep-sea range
I'm flowing prose to cons and cons to pros
I'm like Toucan Sam when I follow my nose
I'm giving shouts to Gandhi, Garvey, and King
His Holiness and all enlightened beings
I'll be the one who screams
It on the microphone
I'll be the one who brings
It inside your home
But the words ain't mine
I just pass 'em along
For Betty Williams and her friends
I sing this song
And more ink from my pen and
More tears from my eyes
And more crimes are committed as
I say these lines
Youth enough, we put down the gun