Flow Gods

(N-Frost Verse 1)
Pull up on the block, listen to my craft/
Finna spit it really fast, while i murder every track/
And i multiply the syllables, diss em, i hit em physical/
On top of the choppin cuz i be rhyming it sinnacle/
I kill a motherfucker then i put em in a body bag/
And im lookin at the calender, i mark it with the pen attached/
Lookin at me so profound, rappin let me slow it down/
Pulling out my inner demon just so i can hold it down/

Bitch im a god and im killin it daily/
My flow is unholy, not doin it safely/
Im chokin in foley not callin her baby/
They callin me kobe ill hop on her bravely/

Im anti-religion, cuz i am the god/
Im seeking your vision, ill fuck you on top/
Im fly like a pigion, but cooked in a pot/
But bitches dont listen and think im a lot/

Fuck her in the pussy and they feel it in there stomach/
And im going super crazy, make her screaming like a trumpet/
Every time i go and spit it, every demon wants to summon/
Never gonna make a song and then im falling off the summit/

She suckin on my dick and then i put her fetal/
Gonna eat her in the morning like im motherfuckin evil/
Im the type of motherfucker that'll kill it with a eagle/
All the pussy motherfuckers wanna bitch about the needles/

(Momentim Verse 2)
Get up on another track, old school I’ma bring it back
Attackin from the back and now they don’t even know how to act
Cloudy like a cataract, I’m rollin up another sack
I’m almost out of cigarillos better get another pack
Never gonna stop until I’m making stacks of money
And I’ll spend it right in front of all you bitches making fun of me
But there’s another part of me that doesn’t give a shit
Forget about the past and take a look at what’s in front of me
I am not a wanna-be. Becoming what I want to be, wasn’t gonna be easy
That just feeds the motivation
One path leads to a life of success and the other leads to living in your mom and dad’s basement
Never would I say I had it bad, growing up, but I never saw it coming, it was about to blow up
Get stabbed in the back you just gotta sew it up, and when you need help then no one shows up
Shit’s fucked up, but I always keep it going no matter what and they wonder why I never put my
Trust up in another motherfucker cause they’re always gonna tell us what we want and then they
Turn around and go and do the opposite
I’ll sock a bitch for thinking they can get away with murder
You went too far but I’m about to take it further
A taste for blood ain’t satisfied by burgers
I’m not afraid to kill more than my verses

(N-Frost Verse 3)
Dropping on the top and then i shoot em with a Glock/
And when i spit em with the rhythm, gonna fizz em with the shock/
Im fuckin em up and comin and choppin and breakin em up and makin em stop/
Takin the mic, a bit a venom, makin it right, it's time to chop/

Ak-47 in your motherfuckin mouth/
Better pray to god, that i spare, dont pout/
And im pulling out your hair, with the eyes in your mouth/
Better learn, how to serve, with a verse, imma shout/

Talking all this shit then you freeze in person/
You dont wanna bit of these fists, i am certain/
Run up and assist, make em piss, closing curtains/
Fill em with this dick, im the shit, you were hurtin/

Beating up the track, like a motherfucking masterbator/
Gonna come murder every hater, that'll happen later/
Fuckin all the pussy and im flowing like a goddest/
Ain't nobody really want it, im the motherfuckin captivator/