Flow Famine (feat. Tone the Melodic Monster & Rick-E)

Yeah Hip-hop ain't the same no more, a different game for sure Seeking fame to grow dough, just a bunch of flow hoes Wanna coast to coast, don't wanna pay no tolls And the worst low blow, they claim to be flow pros Bro, fucking really, your bars so silly, can't even rap clearly Now you're asking, do you feel me? Well not really In fact, I'm feeling rather ill, G I was studying this shit while you were shitting your pants You say you're fucking killing it, well where the f*ck are your fans They must be bumping 50 cent, "In Da Club", slapping hands You say you're dumping them clips, I'm saying that's a fat chance What's thin is a skilled emcee, or making dope beats Bringing heat, instead of shit to sell seats I'm hungry to compete, I body rap like a sheet I don't plan to retreat, but we all gotta eat Aye, there's a famine, a famine in the streets, yeah There's a famine, no knowledge of the beats, yeah Let's bring it back to the feel good music Then kick back with some real good music 307, Wyo, that's how we roll J Pun and Tone, hit it with a fun flow Catch me in the rock, at the spot chillin Stoned like a geode, hits out my chillum I'm in my element, like Mendeleev And flow's irrelevant, without a little love That's why I put it all into my music Slow decline when I'm not into my music Out my zone until I find what I'm missing Stoned soul like a Chonged Willie Nelson Hip hop, I can never let you go T-O-N-E on the mic flowin' like a pro, yeah Yeah, Rick-E Elementary, y'all One bar, two bar, three bar, four Five bar, six bar, seven's, three and four Four bars wrote with 16 stored If the beat drags out, I'll double all four I'm just pouring on a mic like sucky sucky Sharp as a knife like Chucky Chucky Flowing on a beat like bloody undies Rapping in a booth, reading these funnies Feeding from a hunger that's been mocking Jay Oversaturated but starving in a way Standing here watching mice lost in this maze Only grown ass men, no Ava Page Open up the gates, I came to feed the crowd I'm speaking in a range, translated aloud Sharing up a plate, grace from a common ground Hip hop, one love, a fluid sound