As I Flow On

(It`s time for the U to flow again)<br>(On and on and on and on) --> Grand Puba<br><br>As I flow on, I get a mellow mood set<br>And you ain`t heard a MC this smooth yet<br>So act like you know<br>Lay back, pump the track and watch the mack flow<br>And yo, I always give you something dope to swing to<br>Lyrics I bring you, sing to and cling to<br>So pass the mic, let the U flow steadily<br>That means a ( ? ) combined with a melody<br>My vocal tone is smooth, just like Barry White<br>I don`t bite, but Tom, Dick or Harry might<br>They always usin wack tracks and strange lines<br>Fiendin to find a smooth way I arrange mines<br>But it`s all in your brain<br>So I maintain while I left the remains unexplained<br>You thought the U fell off, hey yo, brother, you`re wrong<br>Sit back and take notes as I flow on<br><br>Let the U flow on<br>(Flow on, flow on)<br><br>Yo, check the flow, you gots to know there`s none smoother<br>The real mack is back with a dope stack manoeuvre<br>What I provide`s bonafide, sheer artistry<br>Now who can take r&b and make it as hard as me?<br>No sap who rap achieved such a slick task<br>Crabs try to last, get that [edited] blast quick fast<br>Cause this ain`t soft, watered down or diluted<br>U`s undisputed, gift swift when I shoot it<br>So erase your thoughts, I ain`t about sellin out<br>To me pop is chop, and I don`t give a hell about<br>The media, press, whoever don`t like it<br>Rhymes hype, just give me a mic and I strike it<br>Eff crossin over, I stay on the real side<br>Some guys in the field tried, but then the appeal died<br>So I sticks to this and stays in my own yard<br>Track is r&b, vocals are bonehard<br>Search the words, nothin soft in the contents<br>And none of that `Baby, I love you` nonsense<br>Straight up hard rhymes, down to the last verse<br>Chumps pop junk, but my pump always blasts first<br>I bust caps while saps take naps<br>There`s no haps, I write raps that burn like claps<br>Thought the U fell off, hey yo, brother, you`re wrong<br>Sit back and take notes as I flow on<br><br>Let the U flow on<br>(Flow on, flow on)<br><br>(It`s time for the U to flow again)<br>(On and on and on and on) --> Grand Puba<br><br>I make suckers look soft as whipped cream<br>And play low pro` while the hoes on my tip scream<br>So brothers ask how it`s done, but actually<br>Bein swift is a gift that come naturally<br>So you can break your neck tryin to imitate<br>But weak rap acts on a track don`t stimulate<br>There`s only one Daddy U (Daddy U) (Daddy U)<br>They don`t believe me, I ain`t the brother to step to<br>Come with your all and the U`s still standin tall<br>In a brawl I`m hittin harder than a canonball<br>With Kay Cee on the mix<br>Stickin the chicks, vics, and droppin like tons of bricks<br>So bring on the army and send for the coast guard<br>And still get scarred cause the U`s hittin most hard<br>You suckers ain`t sayin nothin<br>So I`ma wet up your whole set and let the Kay keep cuttin<br>And stack packs on tracks on wax, here`s the facts<br>I chop new jacks and so-called macks like a axe<br>You thought the U fell off, well yo, brother, you`re wrong<br>Sit back and take notes as I flow on<br><br>Let the U flow on<br>(Flow on, flow on)<br><br>(On and on and on and on) --> Grand Puba