[Hook: Julius Luciano]
Finna take it back to the flow, back to the flow
You can rap about trappin' and hoes or stackin' that dough
As long as you passionate yo, it's all good
Wait a minute my n***a, we finna be takin' it back to the flow
Back to the flow, new school but we take it back to the old
Real emcee, but the swagger is cold
Y'all know, wait a minute my n***a, we finna be takin' it
[Verse 1: Julius Luciano]
Back to the flow, my crew is really with it yo
When I'm on that Henny, the room finna be spinnin' yo
Finna blow rifles, have a n***a leanin' like Michael in the Smooth Criminal video
Really though, I just laugh and grin, y'all rappers is sub-average
You 'bout as fresh as a rerun. Me? I'm what's happenin'
Drug traffickin', my bad, I mean our movement is dope
You might think that I'mma lose, but I won't
Anybody in this game need me to explain the dos-and-don'ts
You need to follow the rules, I'm a coach
Back to the flow cause it's been so long
You act like you don't know how to spit no more
My clique go so hard, you be half-steppin' like you walkin' on your tip-toes bro
You can tell your bitch so long, I'm with your ho, dick so long
Dick so cold, big snow cone, bitches kissin' up under my dick, kiss a mistletoe
Y'all mothafuckas tell major lies, all the shit that you be writin' is plagiarized
You's a damn liar vampire, gotta bite another mothafucka just to stay alive
[Hook: Julius Luciano]
[Verse 2: Kenny]
Back to the flow, I'm finna drop a motherfucker's back to the floor
Make him gag like a joke when I jab at his throat, start spazzin' fo' sho'
Air this motherfucker out as if I cracked the window
Oh, a stand-up guy like Mike Epps but in the mind I'm not right like left
It's clear I'm definitely high, call me high-def, I step in high, I high step
When you haters talk to your mom, ask when she gonna come home
Dick strong when I cum on her, she say I be coming on strong
Just look back like hindsight n***a
I be right behind you in the nighttime with a knife like "you ever go night night n***a"
I put you in the past like Excitebike n***a
Don't question my fly, your wifey lookin' at me, wishin' I'd pipe
Lookin' at me like my presence bless ya eyesight
I don't need internet to catch your wifi
No, don't get it mistaken soldier, there's an arm on me like baking soda
For those who been waitin' on the Shoes to take it over
Like a person who is overweight, the wait is over
[Hook: Julius Luciano]
[Verse 3: Demetrius Capone]
Back to the flow (flow), swagger is cold (cold)
Now I'm finna go blammin' the 4, put a n***a on his back
What is that? Back to the floor
If knowledge is power you cowardice n***as are powerless cause you just act like you now
In fact, you the last one to know
It's that time of the month for you to bleed, back to the flow
The birth of me was on Mercury, that mean I merk emcees, that means it's first degree murder
Burn emcees, leave em with 3rd degree burns, Hercules would need surgery
N***a the Earth would need to turn in reverse just for you to reverse the curse of my verse you see
But even if you could rewind time, I've been murderin' emcees ever since the nursery, shit
Me and the infamous syndicate killin' shit with the illest shit invented since little bitty lyricists
This ssutt ssutt shit, sinister resiliences, scissory soliloquy sinkin' the censor-ship
Better be quick to catch you, itchy trigger finger is finna kiss of death you
I skeeted on your name that was tatted on your bitch's breast, that's how I come across disrespectful
[Hook: Julius Luciano]
[Verse 4: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]
Back to the flow again, here we go again, them Horseshoe n***as goin' in
When I walk up in the door, I be turnin' heads
I mean shots to your noggin, your dome'll spin
Two identical pistols on my hip stay smokin', call them motherfuckers Olsen twins
Ball so hard I could knock down bowling pins, I'm in it to win it, I'm known to win
Servin' everybody like I'm waitin' tables, wouldn't go to war bro, play Cain and Abel
I'mma eat a n***a for breakfast, y'all whole circle is weak, call y'all n***as raisin bagels
Uh uh uh, keep it goin', never gon' stop, nah, n***a keep it goin'
Y'all don't know when to quit, y'all ain't got no wins, but you ain't even know it
Dice is clean on the mic, slice and dice, a guillotine on the mic
I got 31 flavors, I'm even cold when I scream on the mic
Your homies finna hate it, you ain't got skills, can't fuck it 'til you make it
Real motherfuckers been anxious, patiently waitin', wait a minute my n***a
[Hook: Julius Luciano]