Killa Kyleon - Flow (Track 31) lyrics

[talking:]

All good things must come to a end, you know what I'm saying

That's the word from the lil' bird I heard, ha

Killa Gorilla nigga DJ Storm, Purple Punch the mixtape nigga

It's a wrap thank ya, thank ya Superman has just left the building

Here a lil' treat, for you motherfuckers that's still listening

If your ears open, run it Storm

(ladies and gentlemen, you already know what it is man

It's your kid Yung Chill, a Lunie-Tunez production oh boy

Ha, make bidness) they know who it is run it

[scratching]

[Kyleon:]

It's lunch time, better yet it's crunch time

Pick up the blow put up your flow, and all your punch lines

Grab a square, break up the brick quick as a crane

Place the powder in the packs, so you can do your thang

Get your scale pyrex, and you park em

In the kitchen cooking cookies, this is culinary art

Working for 28 straight, no less than 26

Anything less than that, then you won't hit the lick

Put it in the microwave, now heat it up

Pull it out add the cold water, now beat it up

Hand me 4-7-5, and you can get your issue

I got that hard straight butter, my shit thick as grissel

I hear the fiends whistle, and niggaz need work

Call me on the burner, don't hit me on the chirp

I'm not a terrorist, but FED's on hot alert

Itching just to catch a nigga slipping, out here doing dirt

[scratching]