Flow Gettum - Azazicc

I bump it up, I bump it down
But if you come at me I’ll run it down
Make laps and circles, run round and round
I ain’t a crony I own the crown
I know it now, I’ll show ya how
I heard the ones, who broke the ground
I heard the ones, now in broken ground
I got the flow so loud, I got the flow so loud

When I smack you taste it, pack the paste man
Bringing fact attacks, you act complacent
You’re fat and sad in your mama’s basement
You're fat brand clad - elastic waistband
I’m past your placement, steadfast the pace went
You’re far from me, you’re last adjacent
I amassed amazement, I cast displacement
Cable car to skis, contrast’s subjacent

Flow hard no dribble, scorecard I tripled
I make them wave, you make a ripple
Address me by Messi I met me a cripple
Your scrap: scripted scribbles, my raps rich with riddles
I laugh at your quibble, a calf on the griddle
I’m making roast beef, you serve half nibbled kibble
You’re sad full of piddle, pants sag in the middle
You lack but they sag, sad fact is you’re little

I’m braggadocios cuz the brackets show it
My beats go hard - Krakatoa
I bleed backyards full of brackish boas
I’m beat and barred but brass and stoic
I need no guards, no cleats, I toe it
I speed those yards, no team, I tow it
I clean the yard, I seed, I sew it
No deep regards, I grow mow and own it

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Roundhouse kick to you bouncy house kids
You clowns pound ground cuz it’s sound that hits
I’m bound for rich, I’ll make mounds of it
Every round and pitch I run towns and finch

I unbound my wrists, I resound, resist
‘Til Hell I hound, ‘til ground I grit
I’ll tell you how I rebound, persist
I’ll tell you how and it sounds like this, I’m
Thinking, I’m inking it up
Linking, I’m syncing it up
Drinking, I’m sinking my cup,
Clinking, I’m bringing it up

Please stop and breathe, I lock them knees
For you they’re bent, for me they’re seized
I own the keys, no shoot the breeze
No god’s been sent, I stopped my sneeze
Pause apologies, pose opossum please
I praise Apollo, so you’re appalling me
I make great and golden - apiology
You can’t relate, no apicology

I’m not tolerant of toddlers see
When they holler, rant, and squall at me
Can’t even swallow their collard greens
But those squalor ants can gobble D
Like halt the haul that I haul for me
I caught the calls, and y'all called for me
I bought no brawls, I brawled for free
I wrought the walls that brought me free

Y’all fish for chics by emoji moping
But y’all stay alone, Macaulay Culkin
Seem so fake cuz y’all emote troping
That’s psychopathic hose and lotion
That’s a well known notion, that your life is going
Nowhere but a hole and a dead end doping
Or a drone in motion in the office coping
Stoked for cooler talk, downward sloping

It’s facts I’m chosen, I’ll be wholly open
I laugh at those who be holy hoping
Then trash on those who let their soles be open
Due to their devotion, cuz they holy hoeing
And I’m only growing and becoming better
I need no clovers I be not clever
But I see those posers, I believe no reverend
Their words bring Hell, let their speech be deadened

They still make attempts to sever separation
Between God and State with no deliberation
Their brains be baking and their canes be shaking
Reign’s ended man’s equal, there’s no discrimination

The nation’s craving a new Caucasian
That ain’t disgracing the game they’re playing
That ain’t embraced and overplayed on stations
Not cliché cases that bask in self ass splaying

Talking of positions in Kung Fu
There’s one that comes to I wish to undo
And I’m done with hoes that been run through
Though bums keep hoeing up slum flu
Much like the one two they come with untruths
No hit gun or lie can stun me subdued
Dull dudes, tied hands, thumbscrew
Point made, lined AUX, Ubuntu