Freaky Flow (DJ Premier remix) (a cappella) Songtext
von Special Ed

My flow is vivid, I give it 200
That′s a hundred for me, and a hundred for the rent
I know what you meant, Joe, I got a flow too
'Cause they wack, every show I go to
I be leavin′, I don't be believin' they be even
Believin′ they own shit, actin′ like they own shit
But you never will, so you better chill
Or get your grill, piece, torn by the beast
You get the claws across your jaws
Hear the roars, now we gonna lock the doors
You're trapped in a rap, like a death game
The left came, then the right came, then the fight came
Then the light came, then the eternal night came
Now you′re in it, in less than a minute
Don't ever try to battle ′cause you're never gonna win it
You better know your limit, boy, you better know your limit


Got a, freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow
It′s freaky deaky, it's freaky deaky
Got a, freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow
It's freaky deaky, it′s freaky deaky


I′m here, not frolickle, but lyrically present
And pleasant, I'm in the flesh, yo, ain′t it fresh?
I got that special Ed shit, stuff that dead shit
Now play this, now say this (You're the greatest)
I′m gettin' fatter, it don′t matter what my weight is
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, and I'm still gettin′ money
Yo, ain't it funny? How you can′t take the ghetto out the Ed-o
I don't know, maybe I′m just crazy
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 leprechaun with a time bomb tied to his arm
In Saigon, somewhere on a farm
I gotta calm down, and get the right wire
I fight fire, maybe it's a premonition
Or intuition, or some kind of vision
But either way, I'm on a lyrical mission

Got a, freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow
It′s freaky deaky, it′s freaky deaky
Got a, freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow
It's freaky deaky, it′s freaky deaky

I think it's because I break the laws of language
Like a sanguich, I eat the whole beat
On whole wheat, ′cause it's good for your teeth
Imagine a vaginal nigga like you on the streets
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 writing, stop biting, stop hiding
I hate fish, motherfuckers, but I like whiting
And snapper, and bluefish, I go to One Fish
Two Fish, or some lobster, no, I'm not a mobster
But me ah de don, 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

Got a, freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow
It′s freaky deaky, it′s freaky deaky
Got a, freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow
It's freaky deaky, it′s freaky deaky
Got a, freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow
It's freaky deaky, it′s freaky deaky
Got a, freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky flow
It's freaky deaky, it′s freaky deaky