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Maharishi Flow (feat. Josh DWH & Pr3ssur3 Harris) Video (MV)






Shaislike - Maharishi Flow (feat. Josh DWH & Pr3ssur3 Harris) Lyrics




This is higher level learning
And I'm raising the skin on your epidermis
Ive been living in sin to get better earning
So I'm getting my wins with a lesser journey
I'm not looking at them man they better burn me
Because I'm too cold to be iced out
Too bold to be typed down
My lean like italics
I don't need a stylist
With fonts I be wilding
Shredding helvetica
Said I was wack now there's nobody better I
Lean like a veteran they need excederin
Cuz I'mma go for their head and then leave them in pain
No white supremacy but I'm the man
Oppressing these niggas is part of the plan
Systematically eradicating every f*ck boy that thought he was hating
Now I'm up boy what you was saying
Crickets around when I'm spitting the sound
Think you can strike me then get on the mound
I'm running base with no gun in my waist
I got an ace but I don't need to play
I leave em laced and then fading away
Tell me how I can not make it today
When I'm better than rappers that wanna be trappers
You see what's happening this is a shift
This is. present and I am a gift
So ahead of niggas I'm beheading niggas
Guillotine with the flow I trigger
Cold wind so they gotta shiver
Fall back when I leave timber
Big cat with my steez Simba
See the way that my pride rock
I been doing this since izods
And I was wearing that iPod
Back in 03 I had no gs
Everybody nigga they was an OG
Now the flow overflow and its OP
Stick it in your veins and then you OD
F*ck these niggas they don't really know me
Got the handle so they cannot hold me like haaaaaa

Don't even know how to start this
All of my women are heartless
I be on go I spend the block up until I get nauseous
I am not quitting until we go global
Im a cross country your boyfriend is local
Tally it up and then tell me the total
Feeling like Tory I'm yelling I told you
(Young Tory)
Knew that I could excel I
Knew that I would give em hell I
Never even been to jail
But I stay barred up just like a cell yelling
Free my father 'till they free him
I'm in a rental and I'm with your BM
She hit my DM but don't you get mad
I give her dick make her pay for the cab
All of that bullshit that you on don't phase me
Neither does it pay the bills
Mixing fonto with the henny
I just really wanna chill
I am no baby I put that on pill
You bring a friend and we make it a trio
She got offended I said I'm a Leo
Then they got naked complaining its trio
(Yo tengo frio)
Cardi said a hoe never gets cold
I'm guessing that was a lie
Everything glitters ain't gold
I don't like selling no dreams
I split her jeans through the seams
Learning bout life and its means
Everything aint what it seems
(Everything aint what it seems)
Mmmm... Don't believe nothing you see
All of this shit is a lie
I just be worried bout me
We are at war with ourselves
You only last if you built for it
And when it comes to my spat on the throne
Motherf*cker I will kill for it
(Ya bitch)

New York nigga don't get shot in 3s
Nigga that's John starks
Hit ya bitch with the hardwood classic
Like she be on court
Eye ball like your pupils
All day make money self taught
Like my bitches wearing fishnets
Inclination that you self caught
Plant your seeds for investments
Indicator that you self taught
Chess over checkers, grown man sport
Life cut in half pair of shorts
Hit the bitch with the gavel hammer
Now she think, she gotta appear in court
Had to shave a couple niggas off
Rough life now I'm growing bumps
No time for you lil chumps
Brass knuckles we ain't gotta thump
Serve you niggas its the treyway
Sawed off see you picked a shotty
Barrel 18 that's a lil pump
King bowser PR3SSUR3 fuel induced
Major moves what a boss do
Kiss your heart watch you swear to god
Let's see what hope do
F*ck around Blowing slow flames
Think the blunt lit wit Propane
Remove all whips, all chains
Now you a slave with no name
Issued a lockout, ain't playing no games
This when the flow change
You niggas have no shame
Dickriding for clout
Is what yall about, you running a race in the slow lane
At the finish line with the trophy
Holding it up like it's rosé
When I spit you can smell the agave
Bench your bars in the air cause its dry weight
Man these laps become light, you should hydrate
Smell the haters upset see you irate like ha
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This is higher level learning
And I'm raising the skin on your epidermis
Ive been living in sin to get better earning
So I'm getting my wins with a lesser journey
I'm not looking at them man they better burn me
Because I'm too cold to be iced out
Too bold to be typed down
My lean like italics
I don't need a stylist
With fonts I be wilding
Shredding helvetica
Said I was wack now there's nobody better I
Lean like a veteran they need excederin
Cuz I'mma go for their head and then leave them in pain
No white supremacy but I'm the man
Oppressing these niggas is part of the plan
Systematically eradicating every f*ck boy that thought he was hating
Now I'm up boy what you was saying
Crickets around when I'm spitting the sound
Think you can strike me then get on the mound
I'm running base with no gun in my waist
I got an ace but I don't need to play
I leave em laced and then fading away
Tell me how I can not make it today
When I'm better than rappers that wanna be trappers
You see what's happening this is a shift
This is. present and I am a gift
So ahead of niggas I'm beheading niggas
Guillotine with the flow I trigger
Cold wind so they gotta shiver
Fall back when I leave timber
Big cat with my steez Simba
See the way that my pride rock
I been doing this since izods
And I was wearing that iPod
Back in 03 I had no gs
Everybody nigga they was an OG
Now the flow overflow and its OP
Stick it in your veins and then you OD
F*ck these niggas they don't really know me
Got the handle so they cannot hold me like haaaaaa

Don't even know how to start this
All of my women are heartless
I be on go I spend the block up until I get nauseous
I am not quitting until we go global
Im a cross country your boyfriend is local
Tally it up and then tell me the total
Feeling like Tory I'm yelling I told you
(Young Tory)
Knew that I could excel I
Knew that I would give em hell I
Never even been to jail
But I stay barred up just like a cell yelling
Free my father 'till they free him
I'm in a rental and I'm with your BM
She hit my DM but don't you get mad
I give her dick make her pay for the cab
All of that bullshit that you on don't phase me
Neither does it pay the bills
Mixing fonto with the henny
I just really wanna chill
I am no baby I put that on pill
You bring a friend and we make it a trio
She got offended I said I'm a Leo
Then they got naked complaining its trio
(Yo tengo frio)
Cardi said a hoe never gets cold
I'm guessing that was a lie
Everything glitters ain't gold
I don't like selling no dreams
I split her jeans through the seams
Learning bout life and its means
Everything aint what it seems
(Everything aint what it seems)
Mmmm... Don't believe nothing you see
All of this shit is a lie
I just be worried bout me
We are at war with ourselves
You only last if you built for it
And when it comes to my spat on the throne
Motherf*cker I will kill for it
(Ya bitch)

New York nigga don't get shot in 3s
Nigga that's John starks
Hit ya bitch with the hardwood classic
Like she be on court
Eye ball like your pupils
All day make money self taught
Like my bitches wearing fishnets
Inclination that you self caught
Plant your seeds for investments
Indicator that you self taught
Chess over checkers, grown man sport
Life cut in half pair of shorts
Hit the bitch with the gavel hammer
Now she think, she gotta appear in court
Had to shave a couple niggas off
Rough life now I'm growing bumps
No time for you lil chumps
Brass knuckles we ain't gotta thump
Serve you niggas its the treyway
Sawed off see you picked a shotty
Barrel 18 that's a lil pump
King bowser PR3SSUR3 fuel induced
Major moves what a boss do
Kiss your heart watch you swear to god
Let's see what hope do
F*ck around Blowing slow flames
Think the blunt lit wit Propane
Remove all whips, all chains
Now you a slave with no name
Issued a lockout, ain't playing no games
This when the flow change
You niggas have no shame
Dickriding for clout
Is what yall about, you running a race in the slow lane
At the finish line with the trophy
Holding it up like it's rosé
When I spit you can smell the agave
Bench your bars in the air cause its dry weight
Man these laps become light, you should hydrate
Smell the haters upset see you irate like ha
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Writer: Core Harris, Shareef Swindell
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