Main Flow - Perform Around States lyrics

[Main Flow]

What I unleash though, iller than San Luis Obispo

Span-ish flow, roll up some leaf by the bistro

Honest at, on my way black

Moves for the monterey jack, no time to lay back, to sway that

You know the clips blow, while you tiptoe, eclipse flow

Ranked diplo, words to rip show, I hit yo

for cash crop, we gettin off at the last stop

Put on some Dead Prez shit, ready to blast cops

Spread sauce, {?} war like Red Cross

You're dead boss, go 'head floss suffer a fair loss

Prop pins, punchin your chin, Bernard Hopkins

Top tens, daily drop ins, liable to cop spins

Voice'll leave your ears with a heat rash

To reach past, each task, rhyme for the E class

And skate alleys, waist like Bally's, break to Cali

Locate the valleys, for one who battle state rallys

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"My proof is growin like pot seeds"

"We hate snakes" "perform around states"

"We collect marks" "we face crime"

"We protect hearts"

[Main Flow]

We travel shoulder ours, over styles, the rap nova child

Perhaps the older wild soldier that'll go the miles

Direct feeds connect cheese with neck speeds

Respect needs, so occasionally the tec bleeds

Tall witty crews, choose a far prettier noose

Car committee tools, small city blues

Sample kings trample bings, handful of Phillipines

Lampin with greens turn examples to fiends

With new line my crew dine in due time

A true climb, a few rhymes, a shoeshine

Girbaud slack, cover trends watch 'em grow back

Fans should know that, they hit the sand for the pro pack

Amigos that waste cops

Face ops, bank stops, replace flops

Waste block, where normally the gaze lock

Always cocked with the grace keeps the crates stocked

[Chorus]

[Main Flow]

I got the brain for poker, puff L's like a chain smoker

Not your mayn broker, get up out my lane joker

Crook stacks, it's hard for me to look back

Continue foottracks to book fast the hook packed

Scarier mode, 5-0-3 area code

Bury your robe, flow down to carry a load

It's banned reaches, respects what my fam teaches

My man preaches so we all relax on sand beaches

Calm wind, plenty of sun, packs got plenty to run

Send me with some, crumbs for 21

For the ones who take chances, money in advances

Spill blood in ambulances

The live diss, for all of you sirens

Jump in your ride to this, hydro die bliss

High on your vibe sis, survival was missed

Survive on the twist, we're headed to a hop on the list

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