GOD FLOW

Rakim

Score: 2
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Played: 6

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Hip hop
Hip hop
Rap
New york
Old school

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[Verse] The perfect platform, like plats formed on king push head I got knots, 9th, the ROC, the one you niggas should dread If you just tunin' in, we been ahead all quarters I'm at the point I turn down money, you niggas can't afford us The price of my soul worth more than Michael Jackson choruses We aimin' for the garden though we came through the florist That's a come up, c'mon, I don't even know what the floor is Thought I wouldn't when I would, I made a path through the forest Like Chris Paul screamin', "I wish that you knew God" When the storm came I stood in the rain with metals and laughed hard Like try me, nigga, I'm triggered, I gotta make bullet points Album of the year, one of my greatest is my older joints This a new one, the new ones, I really been in J's That crib in Malibu, Flex, I really been in J's Different circles, doordashin "She really went commercial?" They askin' Yes I did, me and the homies all laughed and No actin' nigga, as I sit on isosceles, flexin' my philosphies Said I'd never crossover, I left them all with wobble knees Put me in the Irving Plaza the way I went Kyrie in Brook-nam A queen had to come and shake the shook ones, I feel like Ava Duvernay It's time to put a wrinkle in niggas that think they shit is straight In the words of Nip tha Great, I learned you niggas out of shape You can't manipulate the marathon just like my nipple weight Abreast of the situation, how y'all gon' boo Drake Knowin' y'all wouldn't have a boo without Drake? Ha real shit There I go again, must be smokin' that lala Took the game by the balls and ain't have to show you my tatas I been had respect from Jay, Big, beehive and Tata Y'all was takin' Ls, I used them to spell Allah That's God flow, Rakim, y'all be on that ra-ra All cap, I called Kap, he ain't pick up receivers Jay was kickin' game, I was open enough to receive it Y'all was on my head, like not Rap? I can't believe it Knowin' my moves would make sense one day, like Jason Weaver Martin and Malcolm, Jay and Kap Both them niggas, you know we need 'em, right? Yeah, I've been better I been had the game, I do count the cheddar I'm half like Lil' Kim, I'm half like Coretta My ga- ahhhh I was almost at the end