Artist: Flow Click Album: Flow Click Song: Got Rhymes Typed by: Wammy Giveaway Chorus: T-Swoop I got rhymes, got flows, got friends, got foes Got chickens in the front, and they takin' off they clothes People jumpin' up People fallin' down People gettin' high, pass the mary jane around [T-Swoop] (Verse 1) I got rhymes, got flows, lyrically self imposed Wreckin' rappers down like a toilet by the loads Hearin' them bust The bootiest, fruitiest rhymes Takin' they time lyrically, famished and uninclined, yo But who am I (Who am I) To break on you for what you do Brother, get yours, I'm a get mine times two Just give me the mic And lyrically, I'm a lace Yo, I give it to 'em raw, but they can't handle the taste So I Don't stop, I get it movin' fast, yo We step up in the club and get it crackin' like ASS... Big fish when I'm swimmin', swim and swallow They step up to the stage, crack a brew cause I'm hollow Ain't no tomorrow when I'm spittin' Original Subliminal sounds, can you really hear me now I guess not, and can't nobody show you So fuck you and them twenty dollars that I owe you Repeat Chorus Twice (Verse 2) My rhymes are like a Chin check, you can't help I'm in your neck That's the way it goes, when I'm catchin' wreck or you disrespect The flow master T to the Swooper Set trippin', come up shorter than a Oompa Loompa I must Bust, and leave you in disgust You'se a ace, but you goin' up against a royal flush (Flush...) I'm takin' over the world Slangin' CDs and see T bookin' dope to your girl I was underestimated But now I'm in the mix With these fly ass Spanish soap opera chicks Check it Quiero Bailar Quiero Bailar Nena, ya te dije que yo Quiero Bailar That's right, all it takes is a phone call And I give it to ya raw, mami, dimples and all I thought you knew, it's that coaster Rican funk Boomin' in them Jeeps, clubs, pubs, and in the trunks It don't stop til the break of Jamaica dawn Me and you, baby, now it's really on (On...) So call your friends and your foes, even though you call 'em hoes Gotta step to 'em (Rather give it) You know how it goes Repeat Chorus Twice (Verse 3) Somebody Hit the lights, yo, and hit the AC I'm lookin' for The Promoter so he could pay me And if you rockin' a mic for free, you lazy But me I need a freak at least to lay me (That's right) I don't care about your nose, eyes, and toes I hit it all, white, black, brown to Eskimos You know I got flows, I could tell you know the deal You take me way back, sippin' on that strawberry hill But chill for a second, let me finish up my record I love my music first, girl, don't you disrespect it Check it I got too much speed for the opposition Pullin' switches, when I'm done diggin' my incisions Mission Takin' over the world in a minute These rappers all hurdlin' I'm at the vertical limit Begginin' Today, no stoppin' when it goes But for now, yo, I got rhyme, got flows Repeat Chorus Til Fade