Freaky Flow Lyrics - Singles - Special Ed

My flow is vivid 

I give it two hundred percent 

That's a hundred for me 

And a hundred for the rent 

I know whatcha meant joe i gotta flow too 

Cause they wack every show i go to 

I be leavin' 

I don't be beleavin' they be even 

Beleave in they own shit 

Actin' like they owwwn shit 

Butcha never will 

So you better chill 

Or getcha grill peice torn by the beast 

You get the claws 

Across your jaws 

Hear the roars 

Now we gonna lock the doors 

Your trapped in a rap like a def game 

A left came, then a right, then a fight came, 

Then a light came, then an eternal night came 

Now your in it, in less than a minute 

Don't ever try to battle cause your never gonna win it 

You better know your limit boy 

You better know your limit. 

(chourous: (jeru the damaja) got a, freaky, freaky 

Freaky freaky flow. (brother j.) it's freaky deaky 

It's freaky deaky. 2x 

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Verse 2: 

I'm here 

Not fronichole, but lyrically present 

I'm in the flesh, yo, ain't it fresh 

I got that special ed shit 

Slap that dead shit 

Now play dis 

Now say dis (your the greatist) 

I got enough to stuff into the ladies 

I rub her with a rubber 

But i'm lyrically raw 

Protect your neck and double check your jaw 

Cause i'm gettin' bummy 

A'yo i'm still gettin' money 

Yo, ain't it funny 

How you can't take the ghetto out the ed-o 

Maybe i'm just crazy 

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Why i think, i wanna kill my shrink 

I see, pink hearts, yellow moons, orange stars, and green clovers, 

And red blood all over, a dead leprechan 

With a time bomb tied to it's arm 

In saigon somewhere on a farm 

I gotta calm, down 

And hit the wright wire 

Or fight fire 

Maybe it's a premenission, or intuition 

Or some kind of vision 

But either way, i'm on a lyrical mission. 

Chorus 2x 

Verse 3: 

I think it's because i break the laws of language 

Like a sandwich 

I eat the whole beat 

On whole wheat 

Cause it's good for your teeth 

Imagine a vaginal nigga like you on the street 

Back on the concrete 

Feet up 

Gettin' beat up 

So when we meet up, give your seat up 

And rise 

The honorable ed is presiding 

Stop biting, stop writing, stop hidin 

I hate fish motherfuckers, but i like writting 

And snappa, blue fish 

I go to one fish two fish 

Or some lobster 

No i'm not a mobster, but medoddion 

If i was white i might say: party on, dude 

But i'm the original rude 

With the new york talk 

So just peep, because the skills go deep 

So look, and think about it, before you leap. 

Chorus 2x