Where I Take the Flow - Jet 2

Said I’m trying to figure out what’s wrong with my headphones

'Cause every time I spit it feels like my head’s gone

Nigga I’m in the zone, this is what I call home

Driving Wrekless, but I do not steer wrong

Crying to the music, every beat I tear off

Like it is just mere cloth; softer than meerschaum

They like what am I on, nigga what am I on

Hop up on the jet, blast off, we’re off, nigga

'Til I’m in the bentley like my first name’s Fonzworth

No bullshit, bull fighter, I’m a Don

Even chickies rolling with me probably fight you like Milan

Them bitches crazy

Where would I take the flow

Do you know? 'Cause I don’t

I don’t know where I take the flow

Nigga I just spit it like blah blah blah blah blah

Jet 2 the random, I’m too much for them to handle

I Hannibal Lecter you bitches, lecture you niggas

Professional spitting, I do it as if I didn’t

I never thought of quitting, that’s never been a decision

But listen

I ran into succes, perfect collision, what’s missing

Standing ovation and acclamation and admiration

I’m chasing my dreams racing with my subconscious vision

I’m viewing competiton as whatever conscious isn’t

I’m so constant with my committment

Constantly I envision success on the platter like a bunch of dishes

Determined, I’m hitting like double vision

Stuck to the glory road, gum, no double mint bih

Check it

I’m in L.A. with the Charger like San Diego’s the Dodgers

Get up in her bagel and make her thick as Toccara

Hit it, flick her a flower, flea flicker

Toss it up, quarterback, throw it at me, pick it like Ronde Barber

I’m the product of tomorrow

Pulling ladies pumping gas into the Solaras

And explore her like Safari

Ken, I have a minarge with Barbies

Nicki looking at me like niggie you silly

Take that like he didn’t give me Diddy did he

Bang bang make her call me Chidi niggie

Roll around the whole city

The passenger seat is a video vixie

That I think I’m 'bout to split like 50/50

Niggie, I feel gritty, grind like a 50/50

Niggie I shine like limelight, publicity niggie

Feel me, I’m like I might be outside the box like a mime

When I rhyme, no Milli Vanilli

Jet 2 the random

Flow is my weapon and I swing it like Lancers

On like a lantern

Long like tall ass long-legged dancers

Yo' flow wet, but my flow damper

My flow sexy, yo' flow a hoe nigga

My flow smash, nigga big dick bandit

Yo' flow Pluto, nigga my flow Saturn

Big ass ring around the shit like the planet

I’m just bored, nigga kidding, big box of pampers

Yo' girl call me baby like I cannot fit in pants yet

All I hear is damn, yes, uh, oh, and yeah

Hyrdoplane in her with the jet, did I land yet

Uh oh, damn yes, that’s her answer

Get her, then I get her off with the tongue and hand set

She say that my shit go, ready and set

Uh oh, damn yes, damn yes