| Swift as wind, slammin harder than a domino |
| MC’s surrender, consider my attitude the bomb |
| Toy or pro, don’t you know I’m from the Pro |
| The intent of the jam’s to let the rhymes flow |
| The name Low Pro will grow stronger over centuries |
| But when you say our name, then don’t forget to mention these |
| Dope jams that kept suckers in check |
| Yo, you know Low Pro will keep flowin correct |
| To melodies like these eliminate MC’s |
| Pump the volume on the JVC |
| Kick the bass, but no too loud, drainin the lyrics |
| I took my time with this rhyme, so y’all can hear it Now dig it, time to get busy, Low Pro is on a uproar |
| Jackin MC’s between tours |
| Just takin what’s mine, I’m not a thug of any kind |
| But some of y’all gotta be for bitin my rhyme |
| So let the flow take control of your body and soul |
| Hit the park with a quart of olde gold |
| Grab a girlie, cool out, while the W is showin |
| How a young boy can keep em flowin |
| Now keep em flowin |
| DJ Aladdin |
| (I'd flow in the Nile) -→Rakim |
| Tired of all these rappers talkin bout the same thing |
| Who got the most money, or the biggest gold chain |
| It’s a shame, I can’t even turn my radio on Without hearin some punk with a wack-out song |
| What it’s a wack season? That’s all i’m hearin on the radio |
| Punks are comin softer than, soft they’re like Clay-doh |
| But play the bank stable and able |
| But for a rhyme that’s fatal |
| You punks remind me of Play-doh |
| Cheap slapped together artificial material |
| You shitty-drawers rapper, yo, you’re sweeter than cereal |
| You all sound alike tryin to hang with the trend |
| But then again nowadays I think wack is in |
| I don’t sweat it no more, I used throw a tantrum |
| When I seen a wack record on the chart go platinum |
| But now I see it ain’t who you know or who’s deffer |
| It’s all on who’s behind you to support that record |
| Comin from the streets of L.A. this ain’t a joke |
| And in Compton brothers gettin smoked over dope |
| Gangsters standin on the corner waitin to blast |
| On any sucker they see, yo, with the wrong color rag |
| That’s why i’m recitin this poem showin and flowin |
| Yo, we got to come together, start growin and growin |
| Despite the negativity, this life has been goin |
| Put our minds to work and let the lyrics keep flowin |
| So keep em flowin |
| DJ Aladdin |
| (I'd flow in the Nile) |
| Grab a pen, take notes, focus on the turntable |
| Some call him dope, but I call Aladdin fatal |
| Think he ain’t, sucker duck, I think you better start walkin |
| Yo yo Aladdin, let your fingers do the talkin |
| (*Aladdin cuts*) |
| This ain’t a mickey mouse theme |
| You scheme, you’re bound to get beat, chief |
| Run up, punk, and walk away with no teeth |
| Don’t sleep on the W, dope lyrics are mandatory |
| A young warrior designed to tell the real story |
| About the Profile, roll the carpet down the aisle |
| I’m steadily black on black, and I be damned if I smile |
| Or snuggle, juggle, pop a grin or even chuckle |
| Step towards the Doub and taste five rugged knuckles |
| So when I get to flowin, yo, it’s nothin but smooth sailin |
| That’s illin out, plus steadily prevailin |
| And swellin on the top of the hip-hop list |
| Yo yo, take me for a joke a quick way to get dissed |
| Boy, the jack of all trades is like the ace of spades |
| Aladdin cut the record like a brother with a blade |
| While the W recites on the mic all night |
| Keep the party in check, but suckers still try to bite |
| They get upset when they pop a cassette |
| And hear the Profile bailin in deep deep effect |
| Yo, we make jams for just about everybody |
| To let you know this ain’t nothin but a party |
| With history, messages, stories I’m showin |
| Througout eternity Low Pro will keep em flowin |
| Now keep em flowin |
| DJ Aladdin |
| (I'd flow in the Nile) |