A little something I just wrote in a spare amount of time cause that’s how I roll!

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by Derek Felix AKA D Flex

Check it Check it
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It’s D Flex on the mike
Bangin’ down your door
Ya better take a hike
Cause I got mad skillz
In this kinda game
Giving ya’ll cheap thrills
So you’ll remember my name
I’m the one you gotta pay mind to
Cause I blow it up till I reach the top
Like Snoop said you got no clue of what I can do
When I’m kickin’ it play the sirens call the cops
Dial 911 cause you’re about to be run out of town
By the one and only D Flex representin’ NYC
So scream holler yell and make your frown
It won’t do no good when I go off on a spree
Cause I’m the one ya’ll best be worried about
Like 2Pac in Juice when I decide to busta cap
Your doomed and you know there’s no doubt
This is my game and my mind don’t fall into the trap
I turn it up a notch raising the roof
Like AI crossing over for a sick reverse
Get ‘em up out of their seats giving some proof
Knowing full well I’m the opposite of a curse
Cause Flex is a winner through and through
Who’s got the fire burning once again
And will go opposite field on ya like Rod Carew
I’m Gretzky, Bird, Magic and Lemieux rolled into one
Finishing ya off with my mad skills with one final promise
You’ll remember me when I’m really done