REKS

REKS - Jon Doe Flow lyrics

rate me

Feat. Ea$y Money and Termanology

(Intro)

Ea$y Money, produced by Hazardis Soundz

Let's get it

(Hook)

Most official, my first end post and souls to integree

The fuck you thought this raw, this greedy, this hard

This, this, run for run, none of y'all fuckin' with me

Jon Doe Flow

I jump in the booth, you jump in my body bag

I jump in the booth, you jump in my body bag

(Verse)

Let's get this shit straight, pokin' out yo chest just like you sit fake

Bubble shots line up these rhymers with the switch play

Pussies perpetratin' like they pistoleers

It appears niggas fears is here, flow crystal clear, yeah, buddy

No Harlem Shake will dub ya just to lug ya

Hung you from a bungee king of underground, but not Bun B

Linger in the gutted town, man who shut us down, thugs around

Rollin' small town, whateva you wanna call it

Drama always whateva the multitude

Wanted to get out of proof(?)

I belong elite status, these rappers average

And the industry's a muthafuckin' napkins(?)

Footon matrice, spit elastic, zig-zag-ish

Not to brag, but I'm sort of a big deal

Run B, flip the color outta fonsie

What it's gon' be? We can keep it coucon, collect and get the reks

With respect, or get the beats, nigga, foamin' out yo neck

(Hook)

Most official, my first end post and souls to integree

The fuck you thought this raw, this greedy, this hard

This, this, run for run, none of y'all fuckin' with me

Jon Doe Flow

I jump in the booth, you jump in my body bag

I jump in the booth, you jump in my body bag

(Verse: Ea$y Money)

This is not that forbidden fruit Kendric and Cole shit

This is kill everybody, Kendric control shit

I mean spit ferocious, put me on the track

It's fuck friendship, ya know this, I'm killin' you all

I body bag cats when I jump in the booth

My soldiers all aligned in the front and we shoot

When I spit a verse I'mma make a nigga fear like

I dumped in his roof and he slump in his Coupe

It's ball barz, you don' swim in common sense

Now niggas tryna battle with accomplishments

This cat was raised back in the days when he used to rap a maze

Now they tryna get by cause of they accolades

That shit is corney, hommie, that's a fact

Picture J comin' at Nas with a status fact

? with a platinum plat

They done told 'em that shit whack, take that shit back, my nigga

(Hook)

Most official, my first end post and souls to integree

The fuck you thought this raw, this greedy, this hard

This, this, run for run, none of y'all fuckin' with me

Jon Doe Flow

I jump in the booth, you jump in my body bag (zip 'em up)

I jump in the booth, you jump in my body bag (yo)

(Verse: Termanology)

You wanna play games? Likin' assassinations in my pay grade

I got goons barely outta 8th grade, a space trade

Run up in yo spot, put acid on yo baby crib

Make yo grandmother gimme head while we take a shit

Pull in your hard truck, run up to yo kid's school

Take the whole class, throw 'em in a piss pool

Fuck the world, I'll become a drowse on yo fuckin' house

Shattered the earth to pieces, my dawgs off the leashes

Cut a war with these rappers, cause they the fuckin' weakest

Up in the best camp seekers with all of my releases

Ain't a muthafuckin' thing change, buddy I treat every match

Like a by thing rain, sonny I'm a king

You a peasant make yo bitch slave for me

Make her tie my name on her

Piss on your grave for me, you a lame to me

Have my crusader of flame for me

They ain't playn, they'll throw you in the back of the Range for me

I'm a mastermind, you betta respect my war strategy

Kidnappin' 'em, Bin Ladden with bomb strapped to me

Actually, they substractin' me cause they ain't no match for me

Incredible Hulk, destroyin' anybody passin' me

Fuck a innocent bystander, we fire hammers

Book rabbits that flier, we take bodies for ransom

I don't give a fuck, fuck rats, take off the mask

I'll body you in real life, zip 'em up, body bag

(Hook)

Most official, my first end post and souls to integree

The fuck you thought this raw, this greedy, this hard

This, this, run for run, none of y'all fuckin' with me

Jon Doe Flow

I jump in the booth, you jump in my body bag

I jump in the booth, you jump in my body bag

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