One time, for your mind

Let's get it going

Phonte, Big Pooh

Little Brother, that's how we gonna do

One time, check it

Pure Purpose put it down tonight

And ah, Rik Skizz gonna put it down tonight

From NC to Stockholm

Back on the couch is my **** Big Dho

Drop the beat, 'cause he be po'

I keep tellin' my label – it ain't a sprint, it's a marathon, homie

You ain't gotta verify to tell if I'm phony

The state of rap is garbage

Phonte's flow is so retarded

Jerry Lewis throws telethons for me

I'm only eight bars from my conclusion and

I'ma slow it down, so I don't lose you ****

'Cause with or without a record deal

My wreckin' skills will turn your Pleasantville to Fallujah, ****

Up Hygh – hit me with a beat from that funk box

This kid is bonkers, his flow is on lunch box

'Cause y'all **** must have forgot

Little Brother, motherfucker, keep it bubblin' hot

Now turn me up

We just flow

Through your soul

We take you back to the days of Africa

We just flow

Lose control

Keep on, keep on and on

In the past four years

I grew a couple more and I shed a few tears

Drank a few beers

Smoked with my peers

Let the habit die

Just to bring it right back before I put it to the side

Rocked a few shows

Fucked a few hoes

Spent a lot of money on shoes and clothes

Did I need them A-1's? Probably not, I suppose

But when **** get dough, you know how it goes

Had an album in the stores (Really?)

Well, not many

But next time 'round, guarantee there'll be plenty

And, this is the skinny

One, that big boy

Put your hands in the air, make some motherfuckin' noise

We just flow

Through your soul

We take you back to the days of Africa

We just flow

Lose control

Keep on, keep on and on