(Verse One) Co-vid flow, thought you knew, now you know! long-ago I was slick talkin', might see Chokka with a Walkman! listening to "Space is the Place" when that asteroid hit from outer space? was jammin' "Pump that Bass" original, conceptual, these rappers are so questionable brandish a pen 'cuz Im a poetry professional yet & still I dont possess an L-L-C triple O-G, you can call me T-D-H-P locally, I go back like The Eagles Club and Zar-koes opened the doors and plus I'm starvin all them three-oh-fours nice on this device, but meaner than a pimp from seventy-two ...check the tracks from when I flattened with a Chevy or two it's all in jest, but yet these words I manifest not a Wild Pitch, it's wild these rappers think they can avoid the ditch! avoid the itch,..... I smell like tropical lotion lay the mack hand while grasping a hypnotical potion ...a mind draped with minks and links you never seen a solicitor caked up, like he hi-jacked Brinks but see I thrift and I splurge, simultaneously dont look like I rap, Im throwin corn-balls curve-balls famously! dont judge this book by its cover Im equal parts "Houses Of The Holy" and Gap Bands "Burn Rubber" Antimicrobial effective? simply, no Darth Vader put 'em on a respirator with that Co-vid Flow! *rap chorus* Co-vid flow, you'd think you're back in twenty-twenty got some murderous metaphors for simps thinkin' it's funny! ....no laughin' matter as they gather for them last rights put you on blast with a mic, as soon as last night! Co-vid flow, you'd think you're back in twenty-twenty got some murderous metaphors for simps thinkin' it's funny! ....no laughin' matter cuz that final beep is deafening evil rap ruler and my rath is now your wreckoning! [Keep instrumental going for forty-five seconds as an outro, after the chorus]
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