Flowin' Prose Lyrics - Hello Nasty - Beastie Boys

I'm flowing prose to cons and cons to pros 

I'm scheming rhyme against reason like it was flow against know 

But beyond the concepts and emotions that rise 

To the interconnectedness that underlies 

The lies upon lies have lost their meaning 

The plies upon plies of consciousness that is being 

Over and over I fall I learned to walk from a crawl 

It's not sad it's just the way and the purpose of it all 

Now every word that you heard that I said that you felt 

Was put in place in the space as they were shuffled and dealt 

I steal feels from reels but I pay my respects 

Paying compliments and disses and deciphering affects 

Words are water as I court her, as she is pristine 

Words and mics fall to dust and all that's left is the feelings 

I give in and I win I try to never complain 

Intentions venture to center and then they set the stage 

But I'll remain sane making gain without pain 

Staining trains with names and driving lanes to the refrain 

And keep it positive as pains taking as it is 

I'll never turn back cause that's the way I've got to live 

I'll never turn back cause that's the way I've got to live 

I'll never turn back cause that's the way I've got to live 

So like a cloud carries rain I'm gonna carry my rhyme 

Coming like thunder with lightning timing 

No hesitation in gestation of thoughts and plans 

Ferment time like wine no ploys or scams 

Like the islands dot the oceans in the endless seas 

Ideas coming to me in answer to my pleas 

Woke up this morning right out of a dream 

Reached for my pen and pad because my mind was on a rhyme scheme 

What can I do with these bones and flesh? 

With these animated thoughts in a world repressed? 

I'm going down like the rhythms on the winds of change 

I'm keeping calm under pressure like a deep-sea range 

I'm flowing prose to cons and cons to pros 

I'm like Toucan Sam when I follow my nose 

I'm giving shouts to Gandhi, Garvey and King 

His Holiness and all enlightened beings 

I'll be the one who screams it on the microphone 

I'll be the one who brings it inside your home 

But the words ain't mine I just pass em along 

For Betty Williams and her friends I sing this song 

And more ink from my pen and more tears from my eyes 

And more crimes are committed as I say these lines