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Pure gold, Flowin’.

maskhokage

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Pure gold, Flowin’.

Lyrics

Intro

Yo, check the clock, let’s move it.

Turn the bass up, let’s prove it.

Chorus

Pure gold, flowin’.

Pure gold, flowin’.

Pure gold, flowin’.

Pure gold, flowin’.

Verse 1

Hold up, wait, focus on the vision,

Beat drops in with a sudden precision.

Something’s movin’, catching the spirit,

Loud and clear so the whole world can hear it.

Flow like a river, steady and nightly,

Gripping the microphone ever so tightly.

Will it ever stop? Man, I don’t think so.

Riding the wave, staying in the window.

To the extreme, I’m rocking the mainstage,

Breaking the locks and turning the new page.

Dance—watch the speakers start jumping,

Feel the heat while the engine is pumping.

Deadly—when I drop a new melody,

Anything less than the best is a felony.

Love it or leave it, you better make way,

I’m hitting the target, the kid doesn’t play.

Hook

If you want a party, yo, I started it,

Catch the flow while the drummer imparted it.

Pure gold, flowin’.

(Check the vibe)

Pure gold, flowin’.

Verse 2

Gliding through the city in a midnight frame,

Windows down, yeah, you know the name.

Neon lights flashing on the chrome and steel,

Got that grip and my hands on the wheel.

The crowd’s on the corner, waving just to say "Hi,"

Did I stop? No, I just cruised by.

Kept on pursuing to the next big block,

I’m the king of the street, yeah, I never go off-clock.

The scene was alive, so I headed to the shore,

Music so loud they could hear it through the door.

Jealous—’cause I’m out here winning,

Record on the deck and the DJ is spinning.

Ready—for the lights and the cameras,

Moving with style, no need for the manners.

Hook

If you want a party, yo, I started it,

Catch the flow while the drummer imparted it.

Pure gold, flowin’.

(Yeah, stay smooth)

Pure gold, flowin’.

Bridge

Take note, ’cause I’m a lyrical master,

Moving the crowd, yeah, nobody’s faster.

My town—where the bass keeps booming,

Leaving a trail while the energy’s looming.

My style’s like a lightning strike,

Watch how I handle the stage and the mic.

Outro

Yo, man, let’s get out of here.

Keep it real.

Pure gold, flowin’.

(So smooth, so smooth)

Pure gold, flowin’.

(Keep it moving)

Pure gold.

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