Lyrics for Flow Of the Century(on my album)


It's A-List man,I got the flow of the century,
Lyrically dope is what you know every venture be,
A-List insane,it don't get sicker than that,
And I keep getting iller and slicker in fact,

Okay,before I get on and bust this the way that I bust this,
Get in the bus,sit,it's time to discuss this,like is it just this,
Or is it justice,now you adjust it,you see this is greater than lust is,
So no need to fuss,bitch,'coz you know this,man,if it's A-list he must spit,
And if he does spit,you will finally comprehend and figure,
What his buzz is,by God he has been now sent to trigger,
When he vents,it's sicker,than a test tube of cancer cells,
You see the pencils flicker,they don't answer well,
To the questions he's asking,and now a question you ask,
To the expressions he's maskin',you cannot lessen the task,
But you curious why he refers to himself in third person,
Is it because he's a psycopath who then observes persons,
Has two voices like Norman Bates did,
Is he on that fucked up "oh my god"Norman Bates shit?
But he ain't born in hate,kid,
You see this form is basic,
Through this song he says shit,and doesn't refer to himself as I,
Not 'coz he's plain sick,but 'coz he wants to die.

It's A-List and I got the flow of the century,
Lyrically dope is what you know every venture be,
A-List insane,it don't get sicker than that,
And I keep getting iller and slicker in fact,

Incase you forgot who's flowin' now,it's the indian emcee,
And fuck the site goin' down,online till six million and three,
That's how long I plan to live,I'm a man,I spit,
Whatever,I plan my shit,handle this,
You know what,I dismantle spits,
At the same time you know that the challenge is,
My talents sick,so with my talons,shit,
I fly in the sky and show yall who I be,
A to the L to the I-S-T,
That's right,I'm on top of the heirarchy,
And my fire be,to never retire,see,
'Coz none of you cats could decipher me,
My cyphers be on top of my game,
That's right,that's why I'm so cocky and vain,
My name is A-List and I'm on top of the playlist,
So just let me get on the mic and let me say this,
Now they ask me,"How can you rap if you're Indian?
"Bitch Ass Pussy!I never asked for opinions!",
Being Indian?Fuck being a nation,
I'm everything,I'm lyrical inspiration,
I'm hip hop,I'm not a man,I'm a bird,
I fly in the sky,now you may have heard,
That I observe cats to be iller than me,
Are really fictional,that's right,I'm a killer emcee,
And this filler it be so ill,
At the same time can't help but respect my skills,
And now the beat's going out,my producer's excited,
'Coz you know me,I'm on that hype shit,
I just won't stop rapping but the beat's going on,
But you know I can't help it,I'm just flowing strong,

So I got the flow of the century,
Lyrically dope is what you know every venture be,
A-List insane,it don't get sicker than that,
And I keep getting iller and slicker in fact.