This is just an intro to the concept behind the creation of this project. The idea was to combine Franco's old beats with some of my old verses to display our unique, yet diverse style of music. Some of the other tracks are a mixture of my old verses and new lyrics that I wrote during the creation of the EP.
"Flowflexin" it in this case means a smooth, intellectual flow, so a beat with some Hall & Oates flavor seemed appropriate. Later on in the album it becomes clear that "Flowflexin" it isn't always such a calm action.
lyrics
I don’t claim to be the hardest,
Man I just aim to be an artist,
I heard you need a brain to be the smartest
And pain to go the farthest now ya,
Chokin on stardust (on stardust)
As I astroblast past you,
Make a U-turn, and come back to harass you,
Yea that’s the shit that bastards do,
I don’t like it but I have to
Cuz of all these wack as crews I’m on track like a comet,
I bomb it like Mohammed fully strapped with hydroponics
An exotic chronic elixir that gets ya,
High as shit like Icarus,
Clutchin for the sun and missin it your vision gets,
Blinded and now you’re reminded your wings are made of wax
So you fall back (back),
Back down to the ground,
Accelerate at 9.8 until the speed of sound
And your ears pop,
When you hear this hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop (hip-hop)
And your fear stops, when you hear this beat drop,
So savor the flavor it may be tainted later
By these major haters all about the papers,
They must, be high off some vapors
Cuz their shit is outrageous they just
Wanna be famous like Johnny Cage it’s contagious,
My rhymes arrive in mazes,
Leavin all you mortals lost in pages for ages,
Jon’s omniscient sense perceiving all realms times and cases,
The universe is spacious respect the greatness
Of the ancient unknown, in the independent zone
This is Flowflexin it, yessir so get down,
Down, get down, get get (get),
Down, get get get down,
This is Flowflexin it, yessir…Flowflexin it
An ill ectomorph steppin forth as a black
Academic rapthelete blastin them mathematics with an abacus
The only thing that matters is how bad it gets,
Faggot rappers lowerin our averages, space takin savages
I’m choppin all those cabbage heads
Massacre labels til their turntables spin red,
A new generation, of hip-hop is bein spread
By a gene mutation that leaves weaker minds dead,
It’s called innovation, and it’s comin from the head
From my head brilliant lyrics are bred,
Not material instead it’s shit that needs to get said
And get heard, like the spoken word from the men on the curbs
But not the witness solicitin the burbs
The herbs, keep me on track I never swerve
Always ready with a verb I’m permanently earnin it
And burnin for eternity no label is concernin me
No matter what your server be I come in full clarity
You, can’t be comparin me
To that shit on the radio cuz I’m not a lazy ho
I flow like I glow and that’s a star
I’m better than them niggas by far, leavin people in awe
Hip-hop prophet droppin jaws, I can rock without and flaws
And get non-stop applause, it’s cause and effect
From earnin respect, and you know I’m correct
Cuz my flow’s so direct to your dome
And it’s blown when the microphone amplifies my tone,
And I sanctify my throne in this underground zone
With a, sound that’s unknown and a, style of my own,
This is Flowflexin it
Jospec has been an avid fan of hip-hop for several years and grew up listening to groups such as the Wu-Tang Clan, The
Roots, and Hieroglyphics. His diverse style is a product of the music around him. His name was first noticed in Columbia, SC in the group Independent's Finest with Cardon and Miles Franco. Since then, he has expressed his artistic diversity in both of his solo projects....more
