Flowers

[Intro:]
Yo, we like flowers over here, my nigga. Birds and paradise. Orchids, ginger lilies and chrysanthemums. We like Arabian horses, too. And ladies with hips straight out of the odyssey. T-philosophy. Mythology [?] See, only Gods get to play like that. Immortality is [?] and black [?] stamina. We passed down niggas. Kings of genre, Masters in craft, Orchestrating blissful arrangements. All is Worlds Fair [?] same old eXquire. So what's another name for bliss? Show me how you dance to a song like this

[Verse 1: Prince SAMO]
911 911
Tell them that the god has come
Tell them other punk motherfuckers that I'm not the one
4-5-6 head crack
Nigga get your head cracked
I'm dead-smacked
You bitch nigga, your bitch is in my friend's lap
And she lovin' it
Pull it out she sucking it
40 ounce I'm chugging it
I'm 5'6 and thuggin' it
Tims with no laces
Razors kiss your faces
While I'm reading Thessalonians sing Amazing Graces
No weapon form against the gods shall prosper
Hair like a rasta
[?] like shotta
Godzilla vs. Mothra
I don't dance no salsa
I'm two-stepping bitches in the bathroom [?]
[?]
Car full of trinny niggas tricked out hondas
With crooked license plates
Crooked teeth, and platinum plates
Hillside to Crown Heights
Niggas knew it's worth the wait

[Verse 2: Mr. MFN eXquire]
Strong as Mutulu
Shock a zulu with a uzi
Loose screws shooey-pooey
Got my mind ooey-gooey
Hoochie floozies
Two coochies running through from room to room B
[?] rubies [?] sippin' on banana nutriment
Baby get accoutrements
Shout out to my newest bitch
Shout out to mistakes in my past that I'mma do again
Fluent in that loser shit
Now my moves are ruthless
Crew illuminati 40 ounces on the pyramid

[Verse 3: Remy Banks]
Got a bag of knowledge, mix that in with another wisdom
Roll it and spark it, hoping it guides my mind to freedom
I be the phantom of paradise
In the world, no wrongs no rights
Wildin' out with goddesses
Like "Fuck it I'm the black Christ"
I do as I please
Cruising through these streets of Queens
Stepping on these leeches thinking they gon' get up off of me
Kiss the fuckin' ring
[?]
Scoring on your bitch like Lionel Messi if she let me

[Verse 4: Goldie Glo]
Time and time again I gotta tell these niggas and these hoes
Address me as your highness or I'm gonna smack a ho off impulse
I take your bitch out from under ya
Hit it on top of the comforter
She be accoladin' like Imhotep
For these architectural structures
[?]
Got the mindset of a pharaoh got the eye of horus
Got two carat gold on my chest
Red wine in my cup
Toast to the Greek Gods
World's Fair [?]
Huzzahhhh