Lyrics:

Samples “Ain’t No Price on Happiness” by The Spinners and “Truly Yours” by Kool G Rap.
You can find this beat on Metal Fingers’s(MF DOOM) album Special Herbs, Vol. 4 :
Enough is enough
Yeah, yeah, here we go, just go with the flow
Enough is enough
Yeah, here we go, just go with the flow
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ho
Yeah, here we go, just go with the flow
Just go with the flow
Ayo, I'd like to test this microphone 'fore I start right quick
Yeah, here we go, just go with the flow
Microphone check two-two, one-two, one-two

Big up all the Monsta Island massive
And beware before I triple dare you like the last kid
Who asked me what we don't got that you got, son
For one flow that's elementary, my dear Watson
Secondly, ever since I was little
Not so much to riddle, least rhyme to the syllable
Keep tracks that make a Arab thief clap
With no hands, I chopped these drums off Truly Yours, G. Rap
Actual fact, relax
In this land of lyrical loss, black, I'm not the cool Sleestak
The one who might stop and talk to you
Poison to few, niggas who be biting styles, I'm like pork too
Ooh, what you got to lose? Let mud fly
When I got blues, I chew whole crews that's Bud Dry
So why ask why the styes from the cess
Shit be fucking with my eye as I pull it to the chest
The Super motherfucking Villain grip the mic with an iron hand
Throwing MCs to the fire from out the frying pan
It ain't no use in trying, man, son stop crying
Fronting like you death-defying, need to stop lying
Speak your piece, only once you're spoken to first
Now let me hear your verse while I'm choking you
With well refined rhymes like a editor
Throw them to my collections of skulls and spines like Predator
Fuck around, the only niggas who could hear the same sound
(Who?) Was Jet Jaguar and James Brown
(Yeah yeah, only them two niggas?)
And I'm glad I took the time to write their names down to big 'em up (True, true)
I'd like to say, 'Hi, it's Sci.Fly, the odd Merlin'
That's quick to whip up a script like Rod Serling
Who eye on bad bitch who used to whip the Sterling
Who see God tore but never see God hurlin'
My man Grimm had his little monkey like Space Ghost
Me myself, I got flavors that out-taste most
With numb gums, some rhymers is lactose
Back to you MF DOOM, you late show host
S to the U to the P-E-R-uh
Who chronicle these times in a 3D horror
Thriller porno co-starrer in a realer drama
Who break bread with stingy kin-men, Indian borrower
Lone gunman who candidly flip fly flows
Single-handedly with one eye closed
In a fly pose, no shirt Alayé
May see me stack the quarter-mill cash pay
That's that inner smash way how he did it
Motherfucker probably couldn't peep it past a minute, it's the–
Exquisite scripts, that quick shit, go with the flow
That's how we do it though

Yeah, yo, I'd like to give a special shoutout
Raamers and L. Rockwell
Since depths of hell, Pure Mathematics
Fold 'em stacks like crack-matics
Supreme Justice, Supreme Love Allah, Prince Love Allah
Master Sword
Peace
Ayo yo, yeah yo, it's MF
VS, shout out MF Grimm, The Magician
God-U now
Sin, GM, Kong
The whole Monsta Island City strong
Metal Face DOOM
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