(It's time for the U to flow again)

[Grand Puba] (On and on and on and on)



As I flow on, I get a mellow mood set

And you ain't heard a MC this smooth yet

So act like you know

Lay back, pump the track and watch the mack flow

And yo, I always give you something dope to swing to

Lyrics I bring you, sing to and cling to

So pass the mic, let the U flow steadily

That means a ( ? ) combined with a melody

My vocal tone is smooth, just like Barry White

I don't bite, but Tom, Dick or Harry might

They always usin wack tracks and strange lines

Fiendin to find a smooth way I arrange mines

But it's all in your brain

So I maintain while I left the remains unexplained

You thought the U fell off, hey yo, brother, you're wrong

Sit back and take notes as I flow on



Let the U flow on

(Flow on, flow on)



Yo, check the flow, you gots to know there's none smoother

The real mack is back with a dope stack manoeuvre

What I provide's bonafide, sheer artistry

Now who can take r&b and make it as hard as me?

No sap who rap achieved such a slick task

Crabs try to last, get that [edited] blast quick fast

Cause this ain't soft, watered down or diluted

U's undisputed, gift swift when I shoot it

So erase your thoughts, I ain't about sellin out

To me pop is chop, and I don't give a hell about

The media, press, whoever don't like it

Rhymes hype, just give me a mic and I strike it

Eff crossin over, I stay on the real side

Some guys in the field tried, but then the appeal died

So I sticks to this and stays in my own yard

Track is r&b, vocals are bonehard

Search the words, nothin soft in the contents

And none of that 'Baby, I love you' nonsense

Straight up hard rhymes, down to the last verse

Chumps pop junk, but my pump always blasts first

I bust caps while saps take naps

There's no haps, I write raps that burn like claps

Thought the U fell off, hey yo, brother, you're wrong

Sit back and take notes as I flow on



Let the U flow on

(Flow on, flow on)



(It's time for the U to flow again)

[Grand Puba] (On and on and on and on)



I make suckers look soft as whipped cream

And play low pro' while the hoes on my tip scream

So brothers ask how it's done, but actually

Bein swift is a gift that come naturally

So you can break your neck tryin to imitate

But weak rap acts on a track don't stimulate

There's only one Daddy U (Daddy U) (Daddy U)

They don't believe me, I ain't the brother to step to

Come with your all and the U's still standin tall

In a brawl I'm hittin harder than a canonball

With Kay Cee on the mix

Stickin the chicks, vics, and droppin like tons of bricks

So bring on the army and send for the coast guard

And still get scarred cause the U's hittin most hard

You suckers ain't sayin nothin

So I'ma wet up your whole set and let the Kay keep cuttin

And stack packs on tracks on wax, here's the facts

I chop new jacks and so-called macks like a axe

You thought the U fell off, well yo, brother, you're wrong

Sit back and take notes as I flow on



Let the U flow on

(Flow on, flow on)



[Grand Puba] (On and on and on and on)