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Flow Stimulus

by Jarv & Pajama Sam

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1.
Ain’t nobody nicer than me, I’ll leave every MC in the cypher deceased These elementary rhymers ain’t providing the heat They’d have better luck with a lighter trying to ignite beats Now please exit, I ain’t tryina deal with this affliction I’d never let a wack rapper spit with me; leave “I will not trade freedom for beneficence” Hell no “nor my dignity” You got that? It’s all good cause I’ma spit it till you get it It’s the vivid imagery giving these kids a mental image Of the plan I propose; 2020 Flow Stimulus I’ll take it nice and slow so you can listen “Yes, what is it?” One: Confidence is key Which plays a major role in number two being the delivery If your voice sounds weak, we gon’ know that you’re scared And if you’re scared then you shouldn’t MC Three: Style, steez, this shit reigns supreme Over technical flows sounding jagged on wack beats Y’all be doin too much, so just take from me Cause like a brand new fleece, the man’s smooth when he speaks Uh, yeah the boy’s smooth like butter There ain’t no other doing it like this mother-fucker Wassup, hey, how ya doin baby? I’ll leave your pants in a puddle cause my flow is the Euphrates I’m crazy nice, I’m dope, I’m fresh, I’m sweet Ice cold yet I’m simultaneously kicking heat I don’t have a manager, I don’t have a team Just give me the microphone cause I’m a microphone fiend, uh I can see you never been where I’m at I’m the salt residue on the brim of your hat I’m the eraser shavings that subtracted your trash And this the 2020 Flow Stimulus Package
2.
Step Two 02:43
3.
Sonny 04:10
His name was Sonny- Least that’s what he was called by his buddies He wanted to find a way to get paid and make crazy money He had a pretty face and a high IQ, a smooth talker with grace That knew all of the right moves to make women swoon He was convinced he had a gift So he moved to the city, he would soon be a pimp All them other simps better watch they backs And guard their hoes cause sweet Sonny’s coming for cash He said, “I’m gonna kick, I’m gonna fight” He met a girl on the strip and turned her out the first night Her name was Christine, she was just 16 And naive enough, she couldn’t see that he was still green On that fast track, Sonny was learning it as he went Chris would gather the slats while he sat back on the bench He’d have her working twelve hour shifts like, “bitch- You’re gonna make daddy a millionaire, you’re gonna make me rich” A couple years passed and as times wore fatal Sonny had amassed him a five whore stable But Christine was still his bottom bitch, she had it sewn She even had a master key to Sonny’s lavish home Still, she felt she wasn’t receiving her due She had a plan, she’d be damned if she didn’t see it through If she could get Sonny out the pic for a bit She’d get her mitts on the cash and take a one-way trip She said, “I’m gonna kick, I’m gonna fight” Cause the caper she devised would take shape tonight She flagged down a roller and told him to hold tight She unfolded a plot that was coated in gold light She said, “I know you’re tryina pin Sonny for a wrap I have a fool-proof strategy to do just that First, you go undercover and you stay where you’re at I’ll tell him I just turned a trick and that the john pulled a jack I’m sayin’, Sonny’s set to come searching for the scratch He gon’ try to scrap and then you flash your badge I’ll testify and Sonny’ll fall flat Then I’ll snatch the cash and we’ll match half and half She ran down the con and Sonny was seeing red He was gonna find this John and he was gonna crack his head If you’re messing with his wad, that shit was worthy of death He hopped inside of his hog and left Chris watching the nest He was moving like a cruise missile, straight for the- Location she gave him where the player pulled the Georgia And there he was, steady holding up a lamp post Sonny flew outta the coupe and grabbed hold of the man’s throat “I’m gonna kick, I’m gonna fight” Sonny drew back his fist and busted him in his eye Then, “woop, woop”, the man pulled out the badge “You’ve assaulted an officer” he said as he laughed Needless to say Sonny got cuffed and booked The pig met with Chris to exchange to loot “Lemme have a look” he said as he grabbed the bag Then he pistol whipped Chris and snatched the whole stash
4.
Cool Water 02:42
I once knew a man who could sing like thunder He shared his wisdom and he showed his concern A mentor of mine and I, his bright pupil He taught a lot of lessons that I would find useful He saw promise, he demonstrated clarity He got a new job and moved to Barre with his family We fell outta touch and to this day I can’t believe I heard the news but was too self-consumed to see the severity So there I sat, thinking ‘bout what I lost As that pastor yapped on about lords and gods And that’s fine- cause he was religious, he woulda’ wanted it But I would rather talk about my friend and his accomplishments And what he taught us kids and what he meant to us Why should we limit what we can discuss? I miss the man but his memory lives on We can chop it up again when I, too, become part of the- Cool water Cold soil x2 Why should I fear? What should I be afraid of? Everything you see here is made up of the same stuff Break me down to atoms and I’m back to Earth The natural path of what happens after birth The massive burst that created this globe It coulda’ been divinity but we ain’t got no way to know so- I let my soul glow to the best of my ability And try not to let silly idiocy get to me I really feel content with however this tale ends As long as at the tail end, I have fam and friends But hey, if that ain’t the case- so be it The serenity and solace of solitude can be freeing I’ll leave them with memories of good times shared Cause if there ain’t an afterlife, I’ll survive right there And that’s beautiful, at least to me that’s art Hold me in your heart as I go back and become part of the- Cool water Cold soil x2 There it goes There it, there it, there it goes x4
5.
Self-Made 03:08
He didn’t have much growing up Cause his father was non-existent and his mama was stuck Figuring life out, picking up the pieces and assembling An image resembling what she initially meant to be And then you see a step daddy stroll into frame Barkin commands, calling the young man names And saying, “Hey, every time you open that refrigerator You’re gonna leave a fuckin’ dollar on the top of the kitchen table” And maybe this planted a seed inside of his mind His will to succeed feeding on his need to survive He had drive, forget getting by, he wanted to thrive A teen with some green dollar signs in his eyes tryina rise He knew he couldn’t stay cause it was time To make his own way, learn a trade, live his life In his prime, he found a lady and made her his bride Had to get his GED cause he was working overtime Tryina do it proper, he was tryina do it right But his wife had some news that soon change his life The bride told the groom she was due to have his child And yet he’s still cutting metal in a factory for dimes Now he’s picking up some extra wages on the side He’d work during the day and then come home and work nights Out in his garage suping up his friends’ rides Tuning motorcycles, snowmobiles and dirt bikes A true workaholic and a self-made man As far as he was concerned, these two went hand in hand With his second child due, it was time to devise a plan Open a new location and expand the brand Yeah, he was killin it now, he was a natural A self-made businessman making the capital But back at home, it was slowly starting to slip Cause while he was raising his profits, his wife was raising his kids Still, they maintained till, boom- Here it comes The bride told the groom he would soon have a son And after 4 more years of that same ol’ stuff His wife gave him the papers and the marriage was done So there he was on that every other weekend shit And when he had ‘em, he would hardly even see them kids Cause he’d have to be working, tryina stack the money height But then they grew up in a flash, yeah, it’s kinda funny, right? The way that life zips by, before you know it, it’s done He wishes they could be closer, but knows he won’t overcome His little predisposition that’s got him itching for funds He’s living close still the distance grows ‘tween him and his son Cause his son’s got the gene too, he can hardly seem to- Leave the studio for long enough to even eat food He still loves his father even if he doesn’t seem to I promise once I finish this song I’ma come and see you I love you
6.
Brief 04:11
Yo, I’m in my own category, y’all ain’t even subsets I’ll crush a hundred MCs who’ve yet to read my subtext Who’s up next? Wassup, we having fun yet? I’ll bust a funky rhyme and then I’ll ride into the sunset Like an easy rider driving a motorcycle Vibing to Steppenwolf and Creedence Clearwater Revival I am not a mortal man, damn, I sort of am- Like a demigod making your bod contort Can you relax with that fuck shit, Jack, we just discussed this You’ll get busted cause this cat’s just too disgusting Trust him, he hasn’t told a lie in his life Aside from sliding out the house to go and lie with your wife Twice the man that you’ll ever be, raised with the recipe Rest in peace to my grandmother Beverly It’s that champion style bloodline, I’m just fine I make clouds cover sunshine when I bust rhymes Y’all precipitate, I mean the ladies get wet I make lakes and rivers of fake MC sweat Blood and tears, piss and vomit, shit is toxic Verbally stomping opposition, kid, so quit your talking And box out cause I be crashing the boards I’m outside of the box when I’m attacking the horde Of wack rappers, backpackers, emo pussies Mad hatters, feeble rookies, like Black Sabbath- You’re paranoid, It’s the planet caravan I’ma show these war pigs the interplanetary man Fairies wear pricey kicks, shit is frickin’ beautiful I’m tearing up the stereo at your electric funeral You should know when to go and when to stay If the microphone’s smoking, don’t hold it to your face It’ll burn you, leaving your kisser with charred gristle You think you’re hot until Jarv gives you scar tissue Diss you? Please, I don’t need to cause you’re boring I hope your seed knows he’s leaving the show an orphan If it’s sunny and you see me, it’s immediately pouring I leave MCs rockin Aquaphor and Neosporin Shit yo, how this cat so tight, kid My rap style’s sharp as that exacto knife is That you used to draft that phony rap stencil Stop it or I’ll stab your esophagus with a pencil Cause I don’t like what I’m seeing Outta y’all ordinary human beings Y’all oughta quit rap and go to sleep I’ma rhyme until I die and I ain’t tryina keep it brief x2 I’m slashing up the track crafted by Pajama Sam When I see your mom, I’ll offer that slag a mammogram Trust me, y’all could never bust like this I hold the hoe’s tit with a cobra clutch type grip I might flip my lid like a Canadian in South Park Then cover up your style with a half gallon of Valspar How far can he take it? How far? It’s evident that y’all don’t know a thing about Jarv Because I’ma flow forever, I’m dope, clever and wordy You wanna get a verse, but you will never be worthy If I don’t make it big, well shit, I ain’t worried Cause if I ain’t in your top five, then you ain’t never heard me I’m lickin’ a shot quick, then runnin’ across the baseline Your mom showed me her twat when I talked to that bitch on FaceTime It was disgusting, the shit was hella foul But I don’t give a wiggy-wiggy-what now Cause I don’t like what I’m seeing Outta y’all ordinary human beings Y’all oughta quit rap and go to sleep I’ma rhyme until I die and I ain’t tryina keep it brief x2
7.
FDS 01:53
(Da Grant) Fuck dat shit, I ain’t doing it I heard you got some plans, me and my mans ruined it It’s such a human trait; caught up over stupid shit Intelligent, but I’m wild like a hooligan I raised some eyebrows on some “now, who is him?” It’s the man coming through with the new again Check that material, can’t take it when you die But, I’d rather go out clean than bummy alive Now that’s fresh to death, yes R-E-S-P-E-C-to-the-T is what you seldomly get Shit, that ain’t my fault, I’m that observant motherfucker Your girl’s on the Pajama and I think she want the snuffa (Snuffa??) Luffagus trunk If you ain’t zipping it and listening, what the fuck do you want? Ayo I’m full of that funk, doing whatever I want Doing what you won’t, shit, that’s just what I’m on (Jarv) It’s the F L O dub S T I M U L U S Flow Stimulus F L O dub S T I M U L U S Flow Stimulus Uh, I get my level raised to boiling Steady toiling, bitch, fuck you and your boyfriend I’m gettin busy, cracking beers and such I disappear then I come back and steer this bus Because, what- y’all ain’t gotta ask who the flyest Already got my tag on the backs of your eyelids So you can go to sleep and you’ll see me in your dreams It’s Jarv and Da Grant, PJ Sam on the beats It’s the F L O dub S T I M U L U S Flow Stimulus F L O dub S T I M U L U S Flow Stimulus F L O dub S T I M U L U S Flow Stimulus F L O dub S T I M U L U S Flow Stimulus
8.
Defective 02:29
Check it out, there ain’t a singular MC on this planet who wants it Uh, they know the young man, Jarv got that bomb shit Stomp with a force that’ll leave a horde of rappers trembling Another cat tryina step? Send him in It’s that cool as winter fresh fitted and finessed kid Acting like you wanna battle, grab a pack of breath mints Ya’ stink and that mic don’t deserve it Just put it down son, c’mon it isn’t worth it Do yourself a service, I’m comin out swinging And yo, it isn’t gonna stop till that obese chick is singing Pavarotti out a Maserati driven by me No way in Hades you could fade J A R V, please Never that shit, I’ll go to where your slag lives Hit it from the back and collapse the mattress Dash in a flash, it’s the mac with the massive Style for your files, I flip flows like backflips So catch this premium unfiltered phat shit Tap water cats too cool to kick raps What’s the matter? You busy catching angles on the insta Meanwhile I’m bout to take it to a place you never been to Check it And now you know your style is defective Let’s get down to business, I’m flexing And crossing MCs off my hitlist, my checklist Natural selection’ll keep me around Because no matter what they say, I amaze, I astound Bound to rock loud when you turn me to the max And I snap like elastic straps on your back Cause MCs, yo, they fake and improper I gotta wade through a lake of Drake imposters To find a decent album, lookout for The Amalgam The album where you little kids’ll get your friggin’ styles from I'm ‘bout done acting friendly even if I am A nice guy cause my style is Spic and Span I’m too nice, plus I’m luxurious, dood I’ll be burping drinking brews while I murder your crew And then you know what I’ma do? Windmill to headspin On the top of a truck and bust the suspension I’m the best and yo, did I mention- I had an honorable rep in Red Dead Redemption? Uh, yeah, I’m a decent man Until it’s time for your bati face to meet my hand It’s like damn, yo, how much can you take? I’ll recite what the five fingers said to the face Like check it And now you know your style is defective Let’s get down to business, I’m flexin’ And crossing MCs off my hitlist, my checklist Check it And now you know your style is defective Blessed with the gift to rip and straight wreck shit Check it, now you know your style’s defective
9.
I’m growing older at a fast pace And they don’t make a road map to navigate this rat race My bad days duplicating and I need a reprieve I’m in my twenties and yet I’m mentally fourteen Or so it seems cause sometimes I feel mad dumb I only set a new goal when I lost track of the last one And physically I’m bad, son, in the past year alone I developed both allergies and asthma Gasping, plus I’m scared to do my taxes Fucked ‘em up last year and can’t fathom what happened Looking back when I graduated high school I shoulda went to college, but I thought I’d make it rapping I wish I had mad fans to chant hooks Someday I’ll slam, until then I’ma stand shook My fam probly thinks I brandish a handbook For the scant look of a grown man who can’t cook While my siblings are all successful and have houses I’m busy getting Cheeto dust on my mom’s couches I’m still in town and I feel the pressure mounting I think I’m ‘bout to burst if I don’t get up n bounce Yeah, I’ll say I’m bound to leave, but it fears me to say- I don’t really see it happening, so here I’ma stay I keep pretending I’ll make it, but it really won’t change But I’ll spend an entire day playing video games Placing blame on myself till it’s unbearable But acting like an adult is dumb terrible The fact is, reality is unfair to most Yo, I dunno, maybe I’m scared to grow I shame myself till it’s unbearable But acting like an adult is dumb terrible The fact is, reality is unfair to most Yo, I dunno, maybe I’m scared to grow So there ya’ go
10.
Fresh Start 03:40
So you woke up on the wrong side of existence Pulled some clothes on and headed for the kitchen Fixed yourself a bowl of that Raisin Bran And realize you’ve already fallen victim To a bad day cause you ain’t got milk Them hunger pains be making you feel ill But still ya betta get to work cause it’s not time to chill You may hate your job, but you gotta pay bills You walk outside and your luck remains bad The ride won’t start, you’re thinking it needs gas So you get your bike and a can, but goddamn- The tires on your bike went flat You plug in the compressor, and pump them shits up You’re whipping through the streets and you’re tryina be quick, but- You got distracted and that’s when you slipped up You hit a pothole and you fell in some shit luck C’mon kid, get up I know that you’re bloodied and scraped But there ain’t no other way, buddy, you gotta get paid Call your boss up, let him know you’re gonna be late Keep your head on straight, maybe your luck will change Cause when the storm pass and them clouds depart We can look back and laugh, we can have a fresh start Leave your worries at home cause yo, that shit don’t stay It’s all trivial, it doesn’t matter anyway Because when the storm pass and them clouds depart We can look back and laugh, we can have a fresh start Leave your worries at home cause yo, that shit don’t stay It’s all trivial, it doesn’t matter anyway And so you pull into the parking lot, heading for the entry Getting ready for the moment you’ve been dreading As you’re stepping closer, you spy with your little eye Sunshine reflecting off a heads up penny You bend down, pick it up and tuck it in your pocket That’s when you find a ten spot you must have forgotten “Maybe it’s symbolic” You’re thinking to yourself as you clock in Until your boss walks up and says, “We gotta talk- Can ya follow me into that conference room” You thought too soon, you’re following along, feeling doomed He closes the door and says, “Don’t look so tense I just wanna let you know you’re getting a promotion I know you were late today, but if it remains- A rare occasion, then we’re A-Okay, so hey- Here’s a pay raise, my way of saying that you’re worth it” You shake his hand and feel a great sense of purpose The rest of your shift goes beautifully smooth And after work, you meet up with your crew and grab brews The day started shit, convinced it couldn’t switch up You didn’t see that coming, did ya’? I’m sayin’, when the storm pass and them clouds depart We can look back and laugh, we can have a fresh start Leave your worries at home cause yo, that shit don’t stay It’s all trivial, it doesn’t matter anyway I’m sayin’, when the storm pass and them clouds depart We can look back and laugh, we can have a fresh start Leave your worries at home cause yo, that shit don’t stay It’s all trivial, it doesn’t matter anyway I’m sayin’
11.
Lies 01:39
MCs talking ‘bout the shit that they got But they “still tellin’ lies to me” If they ain’t tryina elevate, I ain’t about to sit and wait I’ma get up, let out a sigh and leave Gimme the beat, I eat it up, see, I be the heathen Feeding on vegan people, leaving MCs bleeding in diva cups You claim you a killer, but closest you could even come Is dancing to Goodbye Horses in your room with your penis tucked I hear the bluffin non-stop every day It’s the same song, the same content and the same cadence Basic bullshit, I straight up hate it and therefore- I’m raising the pot, making the bank, taking your place It’s the J to the A plus the R and the V I’ll mop the floor with your entire lying squadron and leave You rocking the spot’s something I’m just not gonna see Cause you dropping a croc of shit every time you talk on a beat Please stop it, give it a rest, it’s obscene It’s for the best, get it off your chest, come clean I ain’t tryina blow this up into some big thing But I’d rather see acting happening on the big screen Bitch please, I’ll end your shit with a sixteen It’ll be sickening seeing your followers switch teams You’re getting plays now, but remember this thing If it rains on a weak latrine, then you’re bound to see shit stream I get steamed, I mean I get red hot When these pathological liars try to get what I got I got props, promise, I ain’t telling no fibs Ask anybody you know about this flow stimulus
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Witcher 03:11

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Beats by Pajama Sam
Rhymes, additional samples, scratches and artwork by Jarv
Mixed by Jarv and Pajama Sam
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