John Cena - Flow Easy Lyrics
(feat. Bumpy Knuckles (Freddie Foxxx))[Bumpy Knuckles a.k.a. Freddie Foxxx]First and foremost...Flow easy, yoYo, yo, for the hood (for the hood)Everybody flow easy, ha ha, so easyYo, listenFor the corrupt mob, John Cena, Trademarc, listenI embarass MC's who touch the mic with meThat's why they never holla when it's showtime - gimmeI spit poison like a black snake bit meGuns up in the E-Class, D's can't get meMy foot is a 13, 12's don't fit meMy heart is cold and hard like Jack Frost bit meSo many new flows old flows start to panicIt's time they got built by the mic mechanicY'all heard, I stay in hood streets like curbsAnd never forget, where I come from, wordI ain't goin broke, ***** you, I'll cop me a brickAnd take it straight to the block, forget rap quickDon't trip, Bump got a speed zone signFor suckers who move too fast against mineI'm pressed, pushin it full speed aheadYou left, bullet in chest, meet the dead, so[Chorus]Flow easy, turn up the mic it's timeto flow easy, whenever I spit my rhymeI flow easy, the underground pound and grimeFlow easy, but yours don't sound like mineI flow easy, turn up the mic it's timeI flow easy, whenever I spit my rhymeI flow easy, the underground pound and grimeFlow easy, so yours don't sound like mine I flow easy[Tha Trademarc]Philosopher first, rapper secondManifest the message, lessons involvedIt all but hits you, aviate your crew and lift youSo what's the issue? Trademarc has got it locked before he meet youGreet your mind before we even greet youWon't mislead you, I ain't trustin people, cause I defeat youTake it down a notch, slow your rollCause we crush spirits, like we stole your soulI set styles off dog, y'all are *****in mimicsMan I talk more shit than pro-lifers in abortion clinicsRun my mouth off like high school rumorsMan and grab microphones like pedophiles gropin late bloomersFlow easy like your first day with white sneakersYou just a face in the crowd like packed bleachersHuh, you better rock a sleevelessFreddie Foxxx, Trademarc, John Cena breeze throughY'all are *****in divas[Chorus][John Cena]First and foremost I sure post potential like CarmeloTurn a hard MC to jelloMake their skin yellow with fear while stayin mellow and clearMan, we in for one hell of a year, yeahCurse a fool like the Red Sox, we tighter than headlocksI'm flowin easy with Freddie FoxxxKnown to hang it low like dreadlocks and y'all are too slowLike wearing a weight vest and lead socksI'm a fat kid, you feed me? I'm still hungryNever let a ***** take a bill from meLike Jordan in the 4th quarter, I'm still moneyBest believe the flow water, we still runnyMake your stomach feel funny, I'm so sickWith 16 bars twice the value of gold brickMake it known quick that I'm greedy, we got the rats and the cheese BSo believe me[Chorus]
