Go With The Flow
MF DOOM Lyrics


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Big up all the Monsta Island massive
And beware before I triple dare you like the last kid
Who asked me what we don't got that you got son
For one, flow that's elementary my dear Watson
Secondly, ever since I was little
Not so much to riddle, least rhyme to the syllable
Keep tracks that make a Arab thief clap
With no hands, I chopped these drums off
Truly Yours, G Rap
Actual fact, relax
In this land of lyrical lost, black
I'm not the cool sleestak
The one who might stop and talk to you
Poisoned a few, niggas who be biting styles I'm like pork to
Ooh, what you got to lose? Let mud fly
When I got blues I chew whole crews that's bud dry
So I ask why the styes from the cess
Shit be fucking with my eye as I pull it to the chest
The super motherfucking villain grip the mic with an iron hand
Throwing emcees to the fire from out the frying pan
It ain't no use in trying, man, son stop crying
Fronting like you death-defying, you need to stop lying
Speak your piece only once you're spoken to first
Now let me hear your verse while I'm choking you
With well refined rhymes like a editor
Throw them to my collection of skulls and spines like Predator
Fuck around, the only niggas who could hear the same sound (who?)
Was Jet Jaguar and James Brown

(Yeah, yeah only them two niggas?)
And I'm glad I took the time to write their names down to big 'em up
(True, true)

I'd like to say hi
It's Sci.Fly the odd Merlin
That's quick to whip up a script like Rod Serling
Who eye on bad bitch who used to whip the Sterling
Who see God toke but never see God hurlin'
My man Grimm had his little monkey like Space Ghost
Me myself I got flavors that out-taste most
With numb gums, some rhymers is lactose
Back to you MF Doom, you late show host
S to the U to the P E R-uh
Who chronicle these times in a 3-D horror
Thriller porno co-starrer in a realer drama
Who break bread with stingy kin-men, indian borrower
Lone gunman who candidly flip fly flows
Single-handedly with one eye closed
In a fly pose, no shirt Alayé
May see me stack the quarter-mill cash pay




That's in a smash way how he did it
Motherfucker probably couldn't peep it past a minute

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of MF DOOM's song "Go With the Flow" can be interpreted in many ways. The song begins with DOOM bigging up the Monsta Island Massive and warning listeners to beware before he triple dares them like the last kid who asked about his flow. He asserts his superiority by saying that his flow is elementary, and he has been rhyming since he was little. He is not a cool Sleestak and will poison anyone who bites his style.


DOOM then goes into a list of things that he questions, such as why the styes from the cess mess with his eyes and why people front like they are death-defying. He advises people to speak their piece only when spoken to first, and then proceeds to choke them with his well-refined rhymes like an editor. He mentions his collection of skulls and spines like Predator, and how Jet Jaguar and James Brown were the only ones who could hear the same sound.


The second part of the song is a bit more disjointed, but DOOM continues to assert his dominance by saying he's quick to whip up a script like Rod Serling and has flavors that out-taste most. He acknowledges his collaborator Grimm's little monkey like Space Ghost and asserts that he is a lone gunman who can flip fly flows and stack quarter-mill cash pay.


Overall, the lyrics of "Go With the Flow" are filled with bravado and tongue-twisting rhymes. The song can be interpreted as a warning to anyone who dares to challenge DOOM's flow or style.


Line by Line Meaning

Big up all the Monsta Island massive
Shout-out to the Monsta Island crew


And beware before I triple dare you like the last kid
Don't mess with me or I'll come after you


Who asked me what we don't got that you got son
Whoever asked me what we lack compared to them


For one, flow that's elementary my dear Watson
We need a more basic style of flow


Secondly, ever since I was little
Since a young age


Not so much to riddle, least rhyme to the syllable
I don't focus too much on riddles, just making sure my rhymes flow well


Keep tracks that make a Arab thief clap
I create beats that anyone would enjoy, even a thief


With no hands, I chopped these drums off
I produced these beats without needing anyone's help


Truly Yours, G Rap
Sincerely, G Rap


Actual fact, relax
The truth is, you should chill


In this land of lyrical lost, black
In this place where good rap is hard to find


I'm not the cool sleestak
I'm not the charming type


The one who might stop and talk to you
I'm not someone who likes socializing


Poisoned a few, niggas who be biting styles I'm like pork to
I ruined the careers of people who copied my style


Ooh, what you got to lose? Let mud fly
Why not take the risk and put out some music?


When I got blues I chew whole crews that's bud dry
When I'm down, I take it out on other rappers


So I ask why the styes from the cess
Why is there so much dirt and grime here?


Shit be fucking with my eye as I pull it to the chest
It's affecting me emotionally


The super motherfucking villain grip the mic with an iron hand
I hold the mic tight and deliver it with power


Throwing emcees to the fire from out the frying pan
I'm taking on other rappers with ease


It ain't no use in trying, man, son stop crying
There's no point in competing against me


Fronting like you death-defying, you need to stop lying
Don't act like you're unbeatable, be honest with yourself


Speak your piece only once you're spoken to first
Only speak if I ask you to


Now let me hear your verse while I'm choking you
Let me hear what you got while I'm overpowering you


With well refined rhymes like a editor
My rhymes are polished and edited


Throw them to my collection of skulls and spines like Predator
My rhymes are so good, they belong in a trophy case


Fuck around, the only niggas who could hear the same sound (who?)
Only Jet Jaguar and James Brown could match my beats


And I'm glad I took the time to write their names down to big 'em up
I want to show respect for their talent


I'd like to say hi
I want to introduce myself


It's Sci.Fly the odd Merlin
My name is Sci.Fly and I'm unique, like Merlin


That's quick to whip up a script like Rod Serling
I can write like Rod Serling, creator of the Twilight Zone


Who eye on bad bitch who used to whip the Sterling
I'm watching a woman who drives a Sterling car


Who see God toke but never see God hurlin'
She smokes weed but never gets sick


My man Grimm had his little monkey like Space Ghost
My friend Grimm had a pet monkey, like the character Space Ghost


Me myself I got flavors that out-taste most
I have a unique style that's better than most other rappers'


With numb gums, some rhymers is lactose
Some rappers' rhymes are weak, like they have numb gums


Back to you MF Doom, you late show host
Now back to you, MF DOOM, who's like a talk show host


S to the U to the P E R-uh
Introducing Super


Who chronicle these times in a 3-D horror
Who records these times like a horror movie


Thriller porno co-starrer in a realer drama
I'm like an actor in a R-rated thriller, realer than most movies


Who break bread with stingy kin-men, indian borrower
Who splits food with greedy family and friends


Lone gunman who candidly flip fly flows
I'm a solo rapper who changes up his style easily


Single-handedly with one eye closed
I can do it all by myself, even with one eye shut


In a fly pose, no shirt Alayé
Striking a cool pose, like Alayé with no shirt


May see me stack the quarter-mill cash pay
I might make a lot of money from this


That's in a smash way how he did it
I'll do it like a boss


Motherfucker probably couldn't peep it past a minute
Others probably couldn't do it as well as I can




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Written by: Daniel Dumile Thompson

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