Constant Flow - Extra lyrics

[Verse 1: CF] Yeah. Yo. My flow's up there, be roaming like an aqueduct I freeze y'alls, put souls on it like a hockey puck The goal's to reach mine—you swines ain't stopping us The chopper bust, you see shells move--not taco trucks Don't want to kick it with your crew—no soccer club I sock a n***a with the club or with the boxing gloves I leave ‘em Pacquiao on Juan Marquez on Ron Artest. The crowd, I chop ‘em down--that's a posse cut I draw first like Pica**o ‘cause I paint a perfect picture with the hollow slugs dripped in Nazi blood I'm from a city where the k**er smoke a lotta dust And crack empires get built on top of where the bodies was I'm [harping?] Thor's hammer. What y'all forecasting? Run train on Katrina, Sandy, give ‘em orgasms Leave war, pa** in these weather conditions Go in a tirade—I'm a ice age but a better rendition I'm retarded on this track—Special Olympics I got my comp limpin back to that medical clinic They try to put me in a federal prison ‘Cause our worlds are destined to collide like a planetary pendulum swinging I murk nerds—no hypothetical questions Tougher than Kurds that survived biochemical weapons Getting brains from intellectual women—that's double head My third leg in her p**y where my tentacle's been in I'm well-armed like Dr. Octopus. Armed robbery Robin Hood 'til Puerto Rico gets autonomy Flow is deep—20,000 Leagues something Odyssey There's nothing even between you and me—no camaraderie It's Red October and I ain't talking Sean Connery Natives shooting up Columbus Day—now that's prophecy They publicize a Christian ministry economy then privatize the prison industry penal colony I dont know. The streets hot like Tijuana—we Need a new leader with the soul of Caesar Chavez, B Cause any second, the police'll seize your property And free democracy is more like Greek mythology Zeus, Mt. Olympus. Money's counterfeited Made from thin air by the Fed—now it sound suspicious Bunch of zeros, I'mma drown them in the South Pacific For pacifying all my people public housing district Yo, they lying, son. They evil—they ain't altruistic We stay true and our view is from the outer limits [On worldly?], working early on them algorithms Do the math—it's food for thought for mental malnutrition Purple Heart—we urban stars, war veterans System is flawed like the laws of Floridians Triple-K, hooded up—that's what you call minute men? I'm letting shots with the Tray at you George Zimmermans