Flavorable Fluids Lyrics – Lower Level
Singer: Lower Level
Title: Flavorable Fluids
We got our own sound and the underground is sweatin’ pound
Bust out how it’s goin’ down, I’m the talk about town
Take a sec, ease your mind and let this n#gg# get wrack
Like Shaq, I’m outstandin’, commandin’ ’nuff respect
And the chances of you takin’ me out, are slim
I’m too swift, shootin’ my gift with the God Akim Jay Flavor
And [?] Man, Money Milk
We don’t f#ck around, but take our skills to the full tilt
And blastin’ off with mad velocity
Been had props, so kill the animosity and drama
I’m so dope, I rhyme with a comma
Non-stop old school, I’ve been around like your momma
I mean, I’ve been doin’ this sh#t for years, years and years
With Gods, slugs and Queens for my peers
So don’t approach me with styles played out like whack beats
Down with all that, raise and can’t collect the backstreets
Whеre n#gg#s chill, spark a L or two and sip a brew
They can’t gеt enough of it, we bring that rough and rugged sh#t
Got lyrics to go like A Tribe Called Quest
My vibe is the best, real rhymes I manifest
Run laps around your #ss like Richard Petty then I’m deaded
Set up another day kid, your set’s not ready
For the three-man-thang, all out, attack mission
Sit down, have a listen, it’s that sh#t you’ve been missin’
Flavorable fluids, all crammed in my cranium
Cop back and aimin’ ’em, on Richter scales I’m weighin’ ’em
Flavorable fluids, all crammed in my cranium
Cop back and aimin’ ’em, on Richter scales I’m weighin’ ’em
Flavorable fluids, all crammed in my cranium
Cop back and aimin’ ’em, on Richter scales I’m weighin’ ’em
Flavorable fluids, all crammed in my cranium
Cop back and aimin’ ’em, on Richter scales I’m weighin’ ’em
Yeah, I’ll be the man who’s composin’ many talents
To knock your equilibrium off balance, cat scans
Can’t understand the way my mental expands
It’s stranded in the Neverlands, circulations cut with rubber bands
I’m warnin’ ya, you could be the next to see the coroner
Stretchin’ your corridor, blood leaks out your Nordica
What, which you want kid, I hit
My hieroglyphics that I write inside of my pyramid
Never slumber on the 7th Wonder of the world
I’m scandalous, boostin’ diamonds and pearls
I’ll have ya head for breakfast with my chainsaws in Texas
And you catch cancer from adjective asbestos
Decipher kinetic energy inside my cipher
Poison, venom from my viper, no serum gettin’ trifer
I’m not the one you wanna see cancel out your vision
Make incisions for optometry circumcision
Check the smooth intensity of my delivery
Now hardcore with a edge of sensitivity
These are my identicals, my [?] like
Yo I’m about to take hike, catch me wreck another mic, I’m out
Flavorable fluids, all crammed in my cranium
Cop back and aimin’ ’em, on Richter scales I’m weighin’ ’em
Flavorable fluids, all crammed in my cranium
Cop back and aimin’ ’em, on Richter scales I’m weighin’ ’em
Flavorable fluids, all crammed in my cranium
Cop back and aimin’ ’em, on Richter scales I’m weighin’ ’em
Flavorable fluids, all crammed in my cranium
Cop back and aimin’ ’em, on Richter scales I’m weighin’ ’em
Mad vibes, flavorable like liquid capsules of fluids
‘Cause like Spike, I just do and never fakin’
Jay Flavor you must be mistakin’, that’s now cipher like eatin’ bacon
I got you bouncin’ like struts, get you wide open
Like a slug from the veil but I peel on reality
I got straps on my chest, will pass the sess
Gods call it wisdom equality, it don’t bother me
When brothers try to mimic, the styles, no gimmicks
Like takin’ sh#t to the limit or fullest capacity
See, I get that drastically in my vicinity
Or any area, it’s Black Dracula
Scarin’ ya, comin’ off like a Bull Terrier
I’m wearin’ ya out like a pair of old socks
Risin’ to the fullest, in other words just floatin’ spots
On the downlow like a cot or sleepin’ bag
But if you got the choc’, most def I take a drag
Not aimin’ for the charts, but
The black heart original man, rugged from the start
Flavorable fluids, all crammed in my cranium
Cop back and aimin’ ’em, on Richter scales I’m weighin’ ’em
Flavorable fluids, all crammed in my cranium
Cop back and aimin’ ’em, on Richter scales I’m weighin’ ’em
Flavorable fluids, all crammed in my cranium
Cop back and aimin’ ’em, on Richter scales I’m weighin’ ’em
Flavorable fluids, all crammed in my cranium
Cop back and aimin’ ’em, on Richter scales I’m weighin’ ’em
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