****WARNING****

This is for followers of true word craft in its purest form.

THIS is for hip hop lovers who love raw content.

You will not hear shit about a Gucci belt.

You have been warned . . . . . . .

Good Friday Flow Followers,

This is usually the part where i thank everyone for following and keeping up with me and i tell you about recent shows and so forth… then i remembered that a lot of yall are just meeting me so lets cut to the meat and potato’s ( || ).

What FMF Fridays is, is a verse, sometimes freestyle and other times from a song. I break down all of the metaphors, hidden meaning, double and triple entendre and really just all the fun lyrical stuff. I have been doing this for a little over a year on both my FB, Twitter, Tumblr and so forth and the response has been great. But just to be honest, this is made for people who like breaking down LYRICS.

BACKGROUND: This was the first verse i wrote for this series This is over the old Onyx “Walk In New York” instrumental. It made me feel like just tearing up some shit, and rough housing in my living room. So I just decided to put a nice creative blend of doubles triples, and some basic wordplay shit. This should establish a nice benchmark for the next 9 FMF’s.

ENOUGH OF MY BLATHERING BLATHERSKITE… On to the break dow

***FOLLOW MY FLOW***

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Make way for the wake……. of the folks that’s left in my boats motor

understand I’m the middle of the ocean.. you dip your little toe…

you think the waters too cold, when i spit choo niggas fro-ZEN

Like tai chi blow outs…

Since its the first lines of my first verse I figured I would start off with a triple entendre. Make way for the WAKE.. like, I’m “awake” so make way for me. Then its make way for the WAKE like a funeral for the people who got caught in my boats motor. Then its make way for the WAKE like behind a boat.. which is the “disturbed flow” of water, cause your following my flow. Also your FROZEN from the cold water, but also aFRO (blowout) and Zen (Tai Chi)

be-HIND thee, slick enough to slide grease

High knee dug out…

…in other words put my foot up in that ass, like a wedgie

and my pedigree, is kill em with a mask

So its like behind you (thee) like the other side of you. And its like behind like and ass (so your “thee” ass). Then its HIGH KNEE.. like my foot in your ass up to my knee. Then its like HINEY… like.. an ass.

Im Jason, Mike Myers, Point Break in a bank

point blank with the ink, no oink taking the case

toys paint, till yo pain run all ape on the page

get yo book of life closed…

My foes resting in… POWER…

Its just two horror movie characters that wear masks, then Point Break in the bank when they had the presidents masks. No cops (oink) taking the case if toys (guns) paint till your ink (blood) and your book of life and yadda yadda. Nothing too too complicated.

….when flows rip em to pieces

throw bows hitting my knees

cause this bloak tall as a TOWER..

Like .. “yo you see my sun killin”…

The home of the Giants with the fee fi fum nigga

The boom bring the silence and the triage dumb niggas

a see god…

rush em through the ER..

Its NY wordplay. I’m tall as a (twin) Tower, then its like “you see him killin” cause the towers falling killed people (yeah tasteless.. but sometimes I’m tasteless). Home of the Giants (NY) then the Fee Fi Fum was the Jack And The Beanstalk giant.

fuck em sun, I suffers no peon

Gladly… Wack MC’s ask for me

my 16′s Sistine masterpiece

Burn like Listerine you spit free after me

my words too vividly afflict-TING CASUALTY

My sixteen bars being compared to the Sistine chapel if they compared to your freestyle. Still not sure why people try to ask for someone to spit… get bodies and hide behind the whole “well I’m free styling” thing. Had about enough of that.

….Get your pen game broken in half

learn division for you cope with my math.

YOU GET BACK…..

rough enough to vote for the draft…

My shit SPACK… Pendous

STEW… tacular

I’m old school rocking leather medallions of Africa

with boat shoes, and blue ground effects on a Maxima

The pen game thing relates backwards to the freestyle vs written thing. Rough enough to vote for the draft like “rough draft” and I’m ROUGH like voting for the US Draft. The rest of this is a math meta. Learn how to break stuff down (division) before you can peep what I’m dropping. And when i thought about it all i could remember is 8th grade math (fucking integers or some shit) so i wrote it like this knowing yall would get to see it.

Spack x Pendous_

Stew Tacular

i blew down your best… (||)

fricassee your dog like a carryout

and drew down on vets… you know

bring the mack to em….

Give daps, crack jokes, and spat verses

to slap that ass stupid

Saying pause… yeah… yall know what that is, whats funny is i ain’t say anything for that whole foot in the ass thing. So lyrically i blew (rapped) down your best, not to be confused with blowing anyone lol. Cook your dog (friend) in conjunction with how supposedly “Chinese carry outs cook and serve dog”. Drew down (faced off..”drew guns”) on vets, and Drew Down (the rapper) who was a Mack-like veteran rapper. So i brought the Mack (Mac-10 firearm) to em.

I’m a problem…. rapping like “you asked me to do this”

you a mars run… I’m fresh enough they ask me to Joop it..

Tur (tear).. perturb.. little girls when i stert smirking

call em bitches just to slow that down like i serve syrup

Mars being a shorter distance than Jupiter, but I’m fresh.. like Joop. So i broke it in half and made “Jupit” into Joop It, and “ter” into turr like tear. And i slow down their sentiments like i gave them lean to drink. Which i would… cause that sounds awesome.

you know… you a purse snatch.. perpetrating burglary.

I ethnic cleanse till the streets a run burgundy

the best of friends fist fight over my verses deep….

depth… one nigga say I’m a poet, and I’m smoking just laughing up on the steps

while they bleed over which freestyle compares best.

Oh you got some blog comments ha?…

yea that’s cute…. and you been rapping all this time

That’s croosh…. cause I’d a had to draw that line

Screaming CUT ME A CHECK FOR I CUT ME A NECK

my veins don’t pump ice and ain’t no drug dealer rep

so if they fuck with my shit… it must be… RESPECT!!!

THE END.