Listen to The Flow ft ItsTheory

 

Verse 1: Theory

Lemme set it off in this bitch, yo it's Theory

turn the speakers up, I'll speak up so that you can hear me clearly

I put it on my fans like Brazilians in soccer tees

the way I kick it, plus the deep messages, drop philosophies

I come from where the concrete roses lay in flower beds

where thugs turn up, turn and spray like shower heads

watch your sun drop from the poppin like Mountain Dew

fountain blue river flows, bouncin through an ounce or two

my raps are lethal like gats that blow your eyesockets

an Average Joe? I'll stack some dough in my pockets

watch it skyrocket, spew pure venom, toxic waste

this prophet's sharing none of the cream, a bad stock exchange

you dudes be dead from the rhymes like an Uzi spread

ruby red, and put a ring around you like you're newly wed

the fat rhymes just don't fit this waste now, bathing suits

I say the truth, but of course Obamacare is breaking news

stomping squares like hopscotch, since my baby shoes

Bill O'Reilly and Glenn Beck, the same as David Duke

rappers nowadays are simply comedy, Kevin Hart

and bear arms attached like I'm wearing a prosthetic arm

get by and score in this lucrative game, credit cards

I'm the G.O.A.T., period, mark the quest with a question mark

it's strictly business, the illest and sickest shit you witnessed

it's lyrical fitness, vicious and wicked, prolific slick shit

 

Listen to my flo-o-ow

Listen to my flow

Check it!

Listen to my flow

 

Verse 2: Cam

Shut up and listen to the flow

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

That's why they can't mess up my flow

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

I got an ego, big enough to let me know

See, it's something about commitment though

I dedicated my life to this shit

Put all 100 percent of it

My hearts staple stitched to this mixtape

Your criticizing but im trying to escape

My lyrical fate or overload of my past

My skill barely skipping past

My rhymes are distorted

But Theory came and restored it

With his dope rap he spitting

Theory will catch you while you slippin

I remember when me and Theory were battling

don't remind me of that again

He nearly killed me with that jeans line

Thats why i take time for each line

To perfect it

So i dont get my skill neglected

I been tryna spit for like 3 years now

Will somebody please show me how

I have no clue and im blacking out

I think Im passing out

But shut the fuck up while i dish this rap out

Theory and Cam spitting straight dope linguistics

With satanic meaning, six, six,six

Fuck it i'm going off

Spitting raw

Lyricism in your face bitch

I hope you can taste it