Space, Funk, Flow

Verse 1:

Listen to this Space, funk, Flow
I got soul
A grasp on the neck of this shit
I got a hold
And I might change styles
Or switch flows
With the prose of a dozen rows
Beauty a dozen rose
Missed the picture
The oven close til I preheat and no one knows
Til he missing and never shows
13 vision til soul glows
Yea
For a mind
Such a mine
Is a mine
Dormant for a while
Then blow up in short time
Knock Knock
Deliver rhymes like Papa Johns
The real you still swimming in yo Papa John
And he don’t get it he won’t feel it
Till I drop a bomb
BOOM cremate fuck the tomb

Hook

Verse 2:

So listen to this Space, Funk, Flow
I got soul
You nigguhs gassed
Under pressure I’m hot coal
And I might slow it down
Or
Speed up the flow
With the hold of a dozen bros
Hitting a dozen blows
Keep hitting until they froze
OD from dope in nose
From sniffing a kings flows
I don’t listen to y’all foes
If it’s missing then y’all knows
No soul at y’all shows
No soul in y’all growth
Nigguhs making the slightest
But always doing the most
With them I don’t toast I coast
Soar passed the bullshit
Cuz them nigguhs foil plans
All foolish
Emotions got a few triggers so why pull it
Ugh
The come is crazy
If you don’t fade the music it don’t phase me
I’m hoping you shooting dead on
Subliminals they won’t graze me
It’s Tracy