Straight Flow

(Verse: Mr Lawnge)
Its ridiculous the *******t I be sayn
Call me the Legion, *******s aint playn
Beatin on my chest, but I keep calm
Word is bomb, pokes that make the ding dong
Medicine in the music, the menace of a monster
Once a couple stomp a gangsta from the Bronx
I feel no pain, I ruff rugged insane
I run the train express down the lane
Get out my way, punk, *******s start the jet
Bowl from the porch, four fingers of death
No one can do me, pictures crazy, chew me
You have my card(?) but you just cant clue me
I chomp tracks like Scooby snacks
Pull my jinx out the hat, like Minnesota facts
Eight ballin the side, park it up the ? next to ? dice
Man, ready to thumper
(Verse: Molecules)
Vicious, victorious, verbs are hard on my venom
Heavenly valid as Im rocking in my ******* dentals
Hawged connection, too ill creation
The mind - Jason, thats deadly like Vacation
I aint the one to pop the clock ova a son of a gun
Corpe inside yo ass like a dum-dum
Son, I hew with the verbal aggression
Black is brown, with the king, like its ? in ?
A lunatic out being psychopath
Victors get it on, cause that ass is gettin kicked
Gray cells pop while I shot and I take a puff
The *******s doubt us, say damn, they cant ?
So himble himble, have you heard?
Chucky smashes up next to Fleck (thats me!)
(Verse: Cee-Low)
(Word) Double faced MCs tryna step on me
They must be crazy, B
Get a token poll, I suggest they start talkin
When I get open, somebodys *******t gettin open
Dont play me, play hop-scotch
*******, Im top notch, holdin the mike in my crotch
I got convertible rhymes comin down
Smother the ground, all around you they surround
Forming that ? with pots and pans
Me and my man, sayn things real ***** **s understand
With no vessel, win, velitious get sent to a session
Any prolems, surely I will let someone swing it
Getting to a-flingin it
Whack MCs could get the * ****** thing a little close to nose
I aint ******* with no hoes
Or should I say sluts? Even the ones with big butts
So nasty, naughty, never playn shawty
Dont make me mad, I might get sortie
Upset cause punk *******s act rude
I got a big attitude, dropping joint(?) eva
Look for a terror
Im calling it stereo on the cross-america
The many I rock the East Coast
Before I boast, I make sure I pack a toast
(Outro: Dres)
Aw, hahahaha, yeah
Thats the *******s
Yall em *******s