Tekstovi: Novel. Other. They Don't Flow.

(feat. Skillz)

[Novel singing (Skillz) {Novel}]
They don't flow, (uh) {laughing} they don't flow (yeh)
{yo, uh} like they used to do yo
No they don't, they don't flow
{yo} quite the same {they don't flow} (yeh yeh)
No the game, ain't the same, as it used to be
(it ain't the same no more)
No they don't, {yo} they don't flow
{yo} quite the same {check it}
(listen, Novel talk to 'em)

[Novel (Novel signing)]
DJ's run this exclusive, new shit, acoustic, who's this?
Novel, niggaz I get in 'em like some loose lips
Rappers wanna bang me like blue chips confuse it
A r'n'b nigga from a nigga that makes music
Amuse it, any competition with their two cents
And i've really only ever had about two cents way from i'm too bent
Sick of y'all rapping bout your two clips
Bragging bout your few chips
I've had it upto here with your nuisance
N it's funny how time flies (funny how time flies)
All of these players and (all of these wise guys)
None of y'all spitting it, and (none of y'all got nice)
What silly y'all spiffin (but the rest of y'all bye bye)
I shift y'all withdrawals, rip you with my quick jaw
Nuttin baby just shit start pitfall for rappers that are pissed off
None o' y'all should get pissed on, that's in my bitch song
When I come through it's like a million niggaz from Islam

[Chorus]
They don't flow, they don't flow like they used to do
No they don't, they don't flow, quite the same
No the game, ain't the same, as it used to be
No they don't, they don't flow, quite the same
They don't flow, they don't flow like they used to do
No they don't, they don't flow, quite the same

[Skillz]
Yeh, yeh, uh, Skillz!
It's plain to see, this shit ain't what it used to be (uh-uh)
I'm the same emcee so y'all better get used to me
I breathe hip hop dawg, i'm the root in the tree
And when the game's on the line i'ma shoot the three (c'mon)
Cos if you missed it first time, then soon you'll see
A separate breed, but i'm what you'd call a true emcee
N' I don't wanna hear them lies about who you be
You be cryin' n lyin' about what you gon' do to me (yeh whatever man)
N it's a lotta y'all eatin, n it's thanks to that (what)
You rappin gangsta, but I was told gangsta's don't rap (no)
All I ever hear, is the heat y'all spark
What happened to the days when we did it free in the park (yo)

[Chorus]

[Novel]
Yo, yo
I seen these cats up on their interviews
No you ain't spit it dude, get a clue
They talk it live, but when I rhyme then I get ridiculed
Don't be so critical, you quite the fool, you pittyful
It's more than gin n juice when I bust it like an inner-tool

[Skillz]
We used to hark it out, talk about straight up flows
No cars, no shoes just rip up shows
And we seem to forget about who we be
No S-K-I's no double L-Z's
Novel

[Novel]
N I don't wanna harm you (I don't wanna harm you)
The next time you come around somebody better warn you
The cowards better beware (Cowards better beware)
See you at a cipher rhyme (You really shouldn't be here)

[Chorus]