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Mister Rae - Flow (w/ lyrics)

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Published on Feb 26, 2011

Mister Rae Diaspora is a member of African Hiphop Collective 'Str8 Buttah'
Download "The Brand New Masquerade EP" here http://www.mediafire.com/?v8z8ubmf058...


I sprout wings, as I crown kings, stretch like Dhalsim
Waiting on your offering, what did thou bring
to appease the god of flows? My words oppose
Those than don't bow to my swords and blows
Yet to meet a worthier foe than the man in the mirror
Watch him strike a pose while you the wife-beater strike your ---
No-Go area when I rock
Bionic B-boy bacteria pop 'n' lock
Your brain muscle can't knock my crews hustle
But I will knock you down with my...unh...bruised knuckle
Who shot you?...well I, came with the camera
The flash was a couple degrees colder than Canada
Pass me a chick like Jeru I damage her
Sitting on top of you like a yarmulke
Bang like Metallica, Rae the Don Dada
Weaker minds couldn't fathom the rhymes they gone Gaga

Chorus: [Rae] (2x)
*World* Flow on top of it, *Mind* Flow off the top of it
*Dime* Flow to oppose foes at the drop of it
Knowing that my whole world could change in an instant
My flow carries me to the top of Mount Olympus


Fluid forms transform to the shape of Nia Long
I've been to darker places than edible tongues
But I'm back with 'The Format, Strategy, Skills'
Prepare self for combat, swallow this pill
The Elixir, Pro - Take a breather, Rookie - Follow the Leader
Trapped the flow in a barrel now I'm selling in litres
Jerry Garcia, be grateful you're not dead
Haters I see you and I'm aiming for your fat-head
Loch Ness monster mysterious, Eddie Murphy Delirious
Suicide bomb religious, Leukemia serious
Say my name like the Candy Man
Jean Claude Van Damme with a handy-cam
Taping this for the future archives
A collection of Memorabilia for when the god dies
I arrive in a hovercraft, Str8 Buttah cast in gold
Lace up straight jacket, flow crazy, World behold!



I'm amazing, you don't even write for the Daily Bugle
The weather forecast can't knock my daily hustle
Stay in the lab or on the road, rain, sleet or snow
Conquer territory 'cause I never been an Average Joe
Napoleon without the Waterloo emcees are edible
I swallow one or two with every decibel
They're medicinal, swear on my mama they nutritional
Check the watermark this B-Boy is original
The background-checks on their rhymes say they criminal
They're looting the vaults of a few individuals
Naming no names, actions speak louder than words
Now to contradict between pens and swinging swords
Nah...I DO BOTH!
Live long and prosper, now take the oath
Solemnly swear never to rap about bling or booty
Unless the bling-bling and the booty is a real cutie

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