Flavor Lyrics

Peace, peace, peace

Duty in the temple, duty outside

Every new season, familiar vibes

Meet me at the park

Me and you together

Play this in your box

This a gold prize

They say it's a genre, we call it life

Different is the label they gave me

Seven rap cats put them in a line

They jot a rhyme or two but they ain't me

By now you recognize something wavy

Manipulating air something crazy

Right and left brain on them baby

Fully integrated on the daily

Any given moon it's a party

Thorough with the basics, Godly

Language of the heart, we can chop game

Poetry and everything mobby

Am I even your kind

God's flavor

Am I even your kind

God's flavor

Am I even your kind

God's flavor

I must have a knack for a certain storm

A brown skin beauty with the weather for 'em

Real Hip Hop should've been the norm

All crowns no clowns homie, carry on

How can there be poverty in inner cities

Oppression operating on the minds

I'm thinking independent of the system

Wisdom told me seek and you find

Politics as usual, a house of cards

No weapon formed getting us for ours

The king break a sweat

A queen take a sip

We still at large

We still at large

As we proceed to touch those G's

The flow reach stars, the roots run deep

Busy on a shift, the stakes need a lift

I'm not a rapper, I'm a true emcee

Am I even your kind

God's flavor

Am I even your kind

God's flavor

Am I even your kind

God's flavor

Duty in the temple, duty outside

Every new season, familiar vibes

Meet me at the park

Me and you together

Play this in your box

This a gold prize

Am I even your kind

God's flavor

Am I even your kind

God's flavor

Am I even your kind

God's flavor