1. |
Flow Stimulus
01:41
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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
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2. |
Step Two
02:43
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3. |
Sonny
04:10
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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
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4. |
Cool Water
02:42
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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
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5. |
Self-Made
03:08
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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
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6. |
Brief
04:11
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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
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7. |
FDS
01:53
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(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
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8. |
Defective
02:29
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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
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9. |
Scared To Grow
02:11
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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
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10. |
Fresh Start
03:40
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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’
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11. |
Lies
01:39
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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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12. |
Witcher
03:11
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