The Flow - J Rose

Yo, the flow

Now, now, nnnnn

Let me tell you what this is dog

Got a little metaphor up in here for

You to understand what this really been on

This has been like an Olympic meter race

Where you pass the baton

The Notorious BIG started off

And then passed it to Shady when he passed along

And my boy Em held it plenty long

Kept it going strong till like 2014 when it went to

Queens.

St Johns.

Yes, J. Cole (yessir)

And now it’s my turn to fill the role (I'ma fill that)

Got this anchor leg, and I’ma get this gold (dawg)

Even a blind man blind fold can see

I got the sickest flow which all told is uncureable

As the common cold

I’m deep like Curry from 3, I’m bout to score (swish)

Yeah, you know it’s J Rose

So tell Me Boy, tell me boy

What you got on me?

What you got on me?

What you got on me?

My Flow go ape like Harambe

Tell me boy, what you got on me?

My flow go ape like Harambe

While he’s chillin' up there with my other flow

Cause ya’ll already know I spit so godly, see

You can sleep when your dead, never catch me napping

I’m like the Derek Jeter of baseball of rapping (not A-rod)

Even if I ain’t got the most skill

Still the most respected and most liked

Check it, I kill this game every time I grab the mic

And I walk through life as if I’m playing poker

You know I’m shomer

So I’ll poke him

But I’ll never poke her

Only play Texas hold 'em

And never Texas hold her

Yeah, you be foldin'

Folder, always sober, no text and drive

Rollin' like I’m bowling

Golden like its 1849

But as I get older I stay fine like wine, Rancho Zabaco

I never skip days unlike international date line

So tell Me Boy, tell me boy

What you got on me?

What you got on me?

What you got on me?

My Flow go ape like Harambe

Tell Me Boy, tell me boy

What you got on me?

What you got on me?

What you got on me?

My Flow go ape like Harambe

I realize with my real eyes

The evil lies y’all advise to the guys

I would tell you the truth but it will put you in shock like

Yeah, my stuff don’t rock, right?

And Aaron Judge is the Greatest Red Sock like

Lebron don’t flop

And Ice Cube love cops

And Dwight Schrute’s the boss of Michael Scott

And Chasidim hate bagels with lox

And liberals don’t live inside the outside of the box

And New York City don’t got traffic all up in they blocks (they do)

And anti-Semites ain’t full of hate

Israel don’t deserve a state (they do)

And really they’re just an oppressive mandate

And radical Muslims are dudes we could appreciate (Ah)

And the Rockerfeller’s have a really small estate

And Magic Johnson never knew how to facilitate

And last but definitely not least

Fat people ain’t over weight (Get it? Not least)

Can’t you see, don’t mean to boast

You just the sheep

And I’m the goat (cause like, Goat are way better than sheep)

Can’t you see, don’t mean to boast

You just the sheep

And I’m the goat

(Hook:)

So tell Me Boy, tell me boy, tell me boy

What you got on me?

What you got on me?

What you got on me?

My Flow go ape like Harambe

Tell Me Boy, tell me boy

What you got on me?

(Zip) What you got on me?

(nada)

What you got on me?

(shh)

My Flow go ape like Harambe

Yo can I get like a banana?