MF DOOM - Go with the Flow lyrics
Daniel Thompson Dumile, a.k.a. Zev Love X, a.k.a. Doom, a.k.a.Supervillain
[MF DOOM - Go with the Flow lyrics]
Enough is enough enough is enough
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, ho go with the flow
Ayo, I'd like to set this microphone
'fore I start right quick
Microphone check 2-2-1-2-1-2
Big up all the Monsta Island massive
And beware before I triple dare
You like the last kid
Who asked me what we don't
Got that you got son
For one flow that's elementary
My dear Watson
Secondly, ever since I was little
Not so much to riddle
Least rhyme to the syllable
Keep tracks that make a Arab thief clap
With no hands, I chopped these
Drums off Truly Yours, g rap
Actual fact, relax
In this land of lyrical loss, black
I'm not the cool Sleestak
The one who might stop and talk to you
Poison to few
Niggas who be biting styles I'm like pork too
Ooh, what you got to lose? Let mud fly
When I got blues
I chew whole crews that's Bud Dry
So why ask why the styes from the cess
Shit be fucking with my eye as
I pull it to the chest
The super motherfucking villain grip the
Mic with an iron hand
Throwing MCs to the fire from
Out the frying pan
It ain't no use in trying, man
Son stop crying
Fronting like you death-defying
Need to stop lying
Speak your piece only once
You're spoken to first
Now let me hear your verse
While I'm choking you
With well refined rhymes like a editor
Throw them to my collections of
Skulls and spines like Predator fuck around
The only niggas who could hear the same sound
(Who?) Was Jet Jaguar and James Brown
(yeah yeah, only them two)
And I'm glad I took the time to write
Their names down to big 'em up (True, true)
I'd like to say, "Hi, it's SciFly
The odd Merlin" that's quick to whip up a
Script like Rod Serling
Who eye on bad bitch who
Used to whip the Sterling
Who see God tore but never see God hurlin'
My man Grimm had his little
Monkey like Space Ghost
Me myself, I got flavors that out taste most
With numb gums, some rhymers is lactose
Back to you MF DOOM, you late show host
S to the U to the P-E-R uh
Who chronicle these times in a 3D horror
Thriller porno co-starrer in a realer drama
Who break bread with stingy kin-men
Indian borrower
Lone gunman who candidly flip fly flows
Single handedly with one eye closed
In a fly pose, no shirt Alayé
May see me stack the quarter-mill cash pay
That's that inner smash way how he did it
Motherfucker probably couldn't peep it
Past a minute, it's the–
Exquisite scripts, that quick shit
Go with flow that's how we do it though
Yeah, yeah
I'd like to give a special shout-out
Raamers and L rockwell
Since depths of hell, Pure Mathematics
Fold 'em stacks like crack matics
Since the depths in love of Allah
In presence of Allah
Peace ayo, yeah yo, it's MF
MF Grimm, The Magician
Metal Face DOOM
Your Concurrence In The Above Is Assumed
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, ho go with the flow
Ayo, I'd like to set this microphone
'fore I start right quick
Microphone check 2-2-1-2-1-2
Big up all the Monsta Island massive
And beware before I triple dare
You like the last kid
Who asked me what we don't
Got that you got son
For one flow that's elementary
My dear Watson
Secondly, ever since I was little
Not so much to riddle
Least rhyme to the syllable
Keep tracks that make a Arab thief clap
With no hands, I chopped these
Drums off Truly Yours, g rap
Actual fact, relax
In this land of lyrical loss, black
I'm not the cool Sleestak
The one who might stop and talk to you
Poison to few
Niggas who be biting styles I'm like pork too
Ooh, what you got to lose? Let mud fly
When I got blues
I chew whole crews that's Bud Dry
So why ask why the styes from the cess
Shit be fucking with my eye as
I pull it to the chest
The super motherfucking villain grip the
Mic with an iron hand
Throwing MCs to the fire from
Out the frying pan
It ain't no use in trying, man
Son stop crying
Fronting like you death-defying
Need to stop lying
Speak your piece only once
You're spoken to first
Now let me hear your verse
While I'm choking you
With well refined rhymes like a editor
Throw them to my collections of
Skulls and spines like Predator fuck around
The only niggas who could hear the same sound
(Who?) Was Jet Jaguar and James Brown
(yeah yeah, only them two)
And I'm glad I took the time to write
Their names down to big 'em up (True, true)
I'd like to say, "Hi, it's SciFly
The odd Merlin" that's quick to whip up a
Script like Rod Serling
Who eye on bad bitch who
Used to whip the Sterling
Who see God tore but never see God hurlin'
My man Grimm had his little
Monkey like Space Ghost
Me myself, I got flavors that out taste most
With numb gums, some rhymers is lactose
Back to you MF DOOM, you late show host
S to the U to the P-E-R uh
Who chronicle these times in a 3D horror
Thriller porno co-starrer in a realer drama
Who break bread with stingy kin-men
Indian borrower
Lone gunman who candidly flip fly flows
Single handedly with one eye closed
In a fly pose, no shirt Alayé
May see me stack the quarter-mill cash pay
That's that inner smash way how he did it
Motherfucker probably couldn't peep it
Past a minute, it's the–
Exquisite scripts, that quick shit
Go with flow that's how we do it though
Yeah, yeah
I'd like to give a special shout-out
Raamers and L rockwell
Since depths of hell, Pure Mathematics
Fold 'em stacks like crack matics
Since the depths in love of Allah
In presence of Allah
Peace ayo, yeah yo, it's MF
MF Grimm, The Magician
Metal Face DOOM
Your Concurrence In The Above Is Assumed