Fresh Find Review: “Prince Lotor Flow” by Shy Mascot – | Hip Hop Song
Music Review:
““Prince Lotor Flow” by Shy Mascot wins attention almost instantly through a refined melody that balances elegance with understated momentum. The vocals arrive with a fluid, expansive energy, creating a striking contrast that gives the track much of its magnetic pull. There’s a sense of controlled spontaneity in the performance, as if every melodic turn is designed to keep the listener slightly off balance in the best possible way. Beneath it all, the vibrant rhythm keeps the song constantly alert and moving, transforming it into a compelling escape that feels both immersive and effortlessly alive.”
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Lyrics of Shy Mascot – Prince Lotor Flow
Ever Since I was 15 tried to master//
The intricate patterns of speech I crafted//
Bring Heat, spit live-r than the last kid//
Every sixteen, to the line, is a classic//
When I attack the track, past vicious//
Spit enough fire to last through the damn winter//
I’m amped, man the rap written//
Feel like pure energy trapped in black prisms//
That’s how I got fuel to burn like Lucifer//
Now listen here, who do you prefer//
He who force the raw, but ain’t killer//
Or he who words evolve to paint pictures//
But it aint just talk, my aims different///
From these who lame and claim to aim pistols//
Don’t gang bang or slang, it’s just fiction//
Words maintained and framed by great actors//
Thespians, everybody tryin to flex again//
Buff Bagwells, raps getting sad, well//
Shit, I guess that’s just how the game go//
Scratch that//
I guess that’s just how the game been//
Scratch that//
I guess its just how it will be//
Sambo, Rambo, assholes kill me//
Ya man flow, past cold slash so filthy//
Fam go ham, Van Damme givin Bolo hands so swiftly//
The damn glow’s in me//
When I seize the mic, you see the light//
I always bring something to the table, like Jesus Christ//
Believe the hype, it aint nothing feint//
The Black Lion//
Raps tiring//
No need to pack iron//
No trigger, cause the track fire//
Tryin to follow my lead//
Put you under pressure//
That’ll turn coals in black diamonds//
I’m something like bill Russell in the paint//
Or Pippen off the glass straight to Jordan on the break//
For gods sake, you all fake//
Talking tall tales, bout to blow//
False alarm, ya career was a bomb scare//
Ya’ll boys ain’t all there, I tell em man//
It’s like going toe to toe, with Lieutenant Dan//
Ain’t none better than, me bet it fam//
They think they prime, they whole style irrelevant//
Gwan hit ya boy with a lob in a hurry//
I throw it down like it’s Crawford to Curry//
Pardon me buddy, but you lames is hardly a worry//
Cause you aint got the jargon to touch me//
It gets ugly//
I’ll murder you in booths, and not even Godfather can help you Sonny//
Been sick since a kid, had a chip on my shoulder//
Then the chip turned from a brick to a boulder//
But, nevertheless, it was effortless//
Now my shoulder look like the broadside of Everest//
So harm who dog//
If you wan sleep with the fishes better have that green frogsuit on//
Yea the bars are strong, they beyond you frauds//
Who talk tough, but don’t cause cause alarm//
The Black Lion//
Raps tiring//
No need to pack iron//
No trigger, cause the track fire//
Tryin to follow my lead//
Put you under pressure//
That’ll turn coals in black diamonds//
Four star pro, know my role//
Not a smart dumb rapper tryin to force art though//
Far as morons go//
My so called foes could be Sauron cloned with that Mordor glow//
Cats combined to form Voltron though//
But still can’t stop the Prince Lotor flow//
Villanous, backslash articulate//
Maximum carnage, tag team, Venomous//
Man catch wind of it, ya’ll get the gist of it//
Fire bars, drop jules, fam ask physicists//
Ya dealin with a lot of science//
I got my Heisenberg hat on, periodically straight cookin in these damn songs//
