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Flow Like Mine
Hip-Hop/Rap
Flow Like Mine was released on November 29, 2024 by Awkward Intelligence Productions as a part of the album Nomadic Mind
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Release DateNovember 29, 2024
LabelAwkward Intelligence Productions
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM71

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Alan Plogman
Christopher Alan Plogman
Songwriter

Lyrics

Ugh, they talk game but don't walk lines,
They mimic waves, but they don't shine.
Script sharp, cut through noise and static,
Bars magnetic, flow's automatic.
I'm the tempo shift they didn't predict,
Syllables strike, making pulses tick.
I'm the thread in a tangled maze,
Words weave tight, sparking a blaze.
Sculpted sound, every note refined,
Listen close, can't find a flow like mine.
Metaphors spin like wheels on chrome,
While they stuck in neutral, I roam.
Fast to slow, then back on a dime,
Flow so deep it transcends time.
They rap surface, I rap beneath,
Roots go deeper than the densest wreath.
Pen's my sword, I duel with rhyme,
Every bar crafted, one of a kind.
Twist words like locks and keys,
Open doors they can't even see.
Breathe rhythm like lungs crave air,
Pause just right, leave the crowd in stare.
Flows complex, no manual to find,
Blueprints buried in the mind.
I move swift where they lumber slow,
Punchlines hit, make the silence grow.
Double meanings planted, a garden of doubt,
Catch the first, miss the second bout.
I'm the shadow and the light's intent,
Script the future in bars I've sent.
Trailblazer, no maps to trace,
Words burn trails that can't be erased.
They rap circles, I draw designs,
Blueprints echo where legends align.
Echoes of my steps lead the blind,
They still ain't caught the flow like mine.
Rivers of thought, currents strong,
Verse by verse, prove 'em wrong.
Riding rhythms, bending sound,
In my wake, no equal found.
Ink bleeds truth with a velvet twist,
They swing wild, but barely miss.
My delivery's crisp, no falter in flight,
Verses cut through the shadow of night.
Lines double, meanings triple,
Each metaphor sharp, ready to ripple.
Endings echo with a timeless chime,
Still, they've never seen a flow like mine.
Written by: Christopher Alan Plogman
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