Artist: Black Lotus Album: Lotus Notes: 1997-1999 Song: Basic Flow Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus 2X: Long Axe] Get up off of that basic flow We got shit that ya'll asking for Get up off of that tired ass sound We got shit that bumps all through town [Long Axe] Does anybody know, where they sold blow Slow motion indigo, flames from today's radio The night musical, wind blows on the usual Ladies unusual, go so beautiful I stand 6'4", mean looking glasses Force paint a movie on ya eyes like glasses Flavor for the masses, pockets where the cash is Save money slow, cuz we spending it the fastest Strain over madness, young heroes aborting women Sold they souls, big corporations bought 'em I'm just spilling, what my mind accumilated Revealing what 26 years in the making The chances we be taking, life is so real Probably fighting for a meal, when the hunger pains build In the thunder cave fields, til ya hold to ya path One sip of being drunk, ice melts in glass Slow down, you moving too fast, hold it down Like scrambling for cash, I got due dates My life is like a bouquet, with lotuses and thorns With terrible mistakes, but, hey, life moves on And just when you thought you had it covered, damn The asshole was drunk driving and took away our brother (Father Lord) But now with the force, I can maintain I was so looking forward that I drained fame Overhear the black cloud, cuz I reign pain They used to call me Long Axe, I got the same name in the Dominant factor, universal splendor I live in the city where it's always winter People hot blooded, cold hearted, and they love it The truth be undercover like my 2nd baby's mother The brother folks wait on, just to put they cape on Lotus from the bottom of the lake on, uptown Stays on my mind, divine sees seventh sign It's all mine, so how can you find time? [Dragonfly] I wanna live lavish, no question, I can settle for middle class Who's up for the cause, for multiplying the stash I gotta, craving for cash, plus I'm planning to make it last Today is enough, the stock market's to crash But hold fast, I got another vendetta on my agenda My advice to listen, focus and hold attention My attention's for the fortune, cuz the fame is abrupt Some niggas they like to flash, I like to lay in the cut Cuz too much of anything, is everything with a price If you for gambling life, suggest you load ya dice And prepare for the coming of the new frontier We got rhythm and sound to get down for every ear Never said you were lost, that the coast was clear I been real far what I'm near, we setting ya every fear And I'm oh contrear, to even think or imagine There's a nigga alive, style's sharper than a fashion Alize Red Passion, liquor, is my escape Ninety proof, read the label, symbolizing I'm great The expiration date, it reads 'never throughout eternity' Our praises to my new born seed, cuz she deserves to be Pampered and tuck, black satin for her attire The luxuries of life, our will for her desire We dressed in silk, draped in sapphire Destined as the wind, the wood, water and fire I never was the one to sing along with the choir Always stood out, known as a soul phonic sire My entire empire strikes back, under attack Versatile while they smile, talking shit behind my back It's the God coming back with a whole new scheme Black Lotus Clan member from the Beijing team [Chorus 2X] [Long Axe] And fear not, listening to Gil-Scott Winter in America, the summer only feel hot Absorbing the culture through a straw and a cup If two fingers equal peace, I'mma put seven up Inside I erupt, so a brother almost choked Spitting firery words, while others spit smoke From the shear laughter and the near here after Futuristic rhymes that you get a year after I am not a crook cuz I stole a few books Knowledge is freedom, so come and take a look Put pleasure in the p word, summon you the p word Echo in the grand, understand it's the reverb My ear to the curb, just to hear who coming Years but we lunging off the stage like we hunting For your blood, something better hide ya cubs and clubs We campaign, run a race around your brain Stains leave clues, only pain make the news I'mma keep my life right, it's the fame I can lose Hip hop, baby, it's growing right in front of you Water it, father it, it could be one of you Passionate, lashing at the punks that be attacking it Took time away, now we back in it, planting it Showing up, man, time flies when you growing up Growing up, everyday, some say, move away Who are they to make calls, we stand firm Turn of the century, twist ya head off And now your body lost... [Chorus to fade]