Lyrics copied from the album booklet or the official website
Sound sample :
Mister Campbell don't mess
around
Give us a sample of the mad style you possess
Oh yes, l'd gamble crazy ass ducks
Cause I know you'll be the winner man
Full of the shit boy ya doper
Than a kilogram of coke he spoke
An' yes l'm goin' all out
Will I get my well deserved props man no dought
Flowing like the Nile through the African pasture
Step onto my path and ya heading for disaster
Ask the nigger who was on my diggy bum shit
Couldn't hold the pressure so let's say he got done quick
Never fallin' off like a tight rope walker
'Cause l'm very in I will never be out of order
Sorda like one of them call boxes
I know l'm very ill but that don't mean I need no doctors
Blowing up the spot like Steven Seagal
Another like me is like a haystack with a needle
Gotta let em know... That we are not your average Joe' Gotta let em know... That we have got the Freaky Flow Gotta let em know... That we are not your average Joe' Gotta let em know... That we have got the Freaky Flow
Who is that Who this be This is the don Flowin' Freakily Who is that Who this be This is the don Flowin' Freakily
E proprio vero I got the
mad heads jumpin'
Listenin' to my rymes tryin' to catch a little somethin'
The short black dreaded out Hyson Green bandit
When I catch wreck batty boy can't stand it
Come into the place I grab the mike and your attention
Me not getting that is like the night to George Benson
Freestyle phenomenon drop bombs like Lebanon
Watch where l'm steppin' I ease back from Babylon
I got a mobil cause I don't like pagers Bionic eye just like Lee Majors
When you get me going I be going on for ages
Just like a man who waits for ages for his wages
Cages are what my rymes are for fa someone simple
Got em on lock down pop'em like a pimple
Yo', my job is done l'm outer here because Ya lifted
Smoked out lyrics by a brother who's gifted
