It′s The Late Nite Flow on the chill radio

A time to kick back and let your mind go, baby

Like the vinyl record spinning to the lyrical soundAs you tune your soul deep to my wisdom profound

That'll metaphorically lift you with my philosophical mind

With a deeper than deep wisdom you can′t define

So elevate your weight to a level of my own to comprehend the power

Of this chaotic cyclone that orbits around your atmosphere

Like a space shuttle from the future coming in the clear

To blow your mind back with my latest invention

Of cybernetic and prophetic propagated prevention

That spins you like a top

You know I'll never stop until the dream is over

And this inception is justified

To correct my inner demons with a savior inside

And while I'm lounging in my chair with a song that fits my vibe

I become telepathic and slap you from the side

With a book like a broom

In which a witch would get around if these devils did exist

But I′m here to tell truth

And with a tenacity I must persist

To take a stand against the power that creates a deemed illusion

Aspiring to flood your aura and disrupt it with confusion

So I′m here to say,

"Relax and flow into the fusion like a wave upon the shore

That cools your heater feet"

That walked upon the street

I supply the wickest beat

To make your mind whirl like a toilet when it flushes

And when I wink these eyes I get them ladies blushing

For my style is "bistarre"

I mean bizarre, yet funkizod

I mean funkified

Oh yeah, quite exotic

Elusively exceeding elemental ecstatic encased erotics

To trip and flip your heart right into my pocket

Like a rocket with my words so sensual

And combined, so satisfied

I leave you with a tone

That's it

(Inaudible gibberish)

Incredibly certified

This is that Late Nite Flow on the chill radio

With your shock jock DJs, The Metaphorical O′s

So sick we'll have you blowing your nose

Tricking minds like Obi-Wan Kenobi

Holy moly

Like Howard Stern, we′ll have you disrobing

Tits showing

Welcome to the shit show

Get your tickets to the live performance for $15 or less, motherfucker

Dropping freestyles

Astronomical, atomical

Grade A, like we're staying on that honor roll

Showing up to school just to show we got class

And that we′re honorable

Exonerated for the crimes that we committed against your mind

Twisting it up

Fists up

The time has come for fisticuffs

But when we knock you down, we will lift you up

I told you already that we got class

Hot as the sun

Running through the planets for fun

My Very Eager Mother Just Ordered Us Nine Pizzas

And they're as gorgeous as a fine chica

She read my mind like a mind reader

I got a dog, Rita

And it is time to feed her

Imma put the mic down for just a couple seconds...

Alright I'm back

Wiggity whack

The Zach Attack

The Master of Rap, along with his boy Jack

Hoping one day you′ll give a slap on the back

And show some damn respect

Instead of tryna have the last laugh

We′re coming live from Muscle Shoals, Alabama

Flexing hard, so our muscles show in panorama

Perfectly poised, but not polite in the slightest

Purposefully poetic

Spitting rhetoric without even opening eyelids

Prophesizing properly with peak probability

It's preposterous to apologize for making people run and hide

Before calling them back

Yelling, "olly olly oxen free"

You couldn′t possibly compete with the pimps we is

Cuz we got game like the king of the Olympians

Throwing thunder

Making mountains crumble

Scaring you shitless, so you don't even need a bunghole

Nah, just kidding

We′re friendly and nice

We'd offer you a lift, or at least lend you a bike

I hold the phone, then I pick up the mic

And I read a little ditty

Tryna give you my life

Cuz as I write it down my worries fade

And I′m in much less of a hurry to get to the next day

This moment is a present, so cherish it now

Cuz life is too fast to put the pedal to the metal