[Verse 1: Youngin]
Once my pen hits the pad and the ink bleeds out
My brain cells start reacting and my thoughts leak out
Then i commence to authoring the greatest shit of the century
Like 2Pac and Biggie's energies in the vicinity
Remember me, I told you I'm Tha Best on DEMOlition
But you didn't listen, but ain't no time for reminiscing
Only moving forward, though Tha Rewind is against it
Consider it a rebirth of times thats missing
I'm on a mission to follow the path of my destiny
I got the recipe to make A&R's invest in me
On mics I threaten National Security
Cause I be always capturing all the ears that be hearing me
All my peers be feeling me, showing nothing but love
Even girls that's diking it up give me the butt
One of a kind bitch Youngin Micheaux
If you see me at a show, only thing i wanna know is

[Hook: Youngin]
Can I Flow? (you know you gotta flow Micheaux) 3x
Well let them know (you gotta-gotta, you know you gotta flow Micheaux)

[Verse 2: Youngin]
D.C., the city I was born and raised in
Where niggas will get slumped on the pavement for fakin'
Gotta keep it moving like shingles on belly dancers
Hip-hops future? Youngin is the answer
I do this from the heart, this a passion not a hobby
I got a second wind and ain't nobody gonna stop me
From being a success nothing less than the best
I spit this lyrical tec from your chest to your neck
And from your neck to your cerebral cortex nigga Sheesh
And that goes to anybody that's in disbelief
Just believe what you see, fuck the words that you heard
I'll squirt on your girl then flip and leave your bird on the curb
Now that's a curve for your ass mister postman
Like you swallowed your fingers nigga throw up ya hands
Like you trying to take the ceiling and the roof off this motherfucker
Call log full of MILFS, mother fucker

[Hook: Youngin]

[Verse 3: Youngin]
Tha Rewind, the past is gonna determine the future
Hit you from roota to toota, cause I manuever with rugars
A massacre is what i leave in studio booths
Mc's don't wanna go after me cause I'm the truth
No lie, whenever I flow I kill them
And you know I, deliver them potent lyrics who feeling them
You, you, and you, then I can't disapoint
And I'm stuck to hip-hop like our shoulders conjoined
Hold up, I got my own lane, don't drive in it
It's like a shark infested pool over here, don't dive in it
You'll die in it thinking it's sweet, meet your defeat
Your royalties will decrease, you'll have to get a new lease
Cause I ain't playing with them nigga see the hoes here dance with them
Get out of my face before you face find a hand in it
Like Rick James bitch fuck your couch
And i don't love you ho, just wanna fuck your mouth, now

[Hook]