Song Description
A "flex" track of all forms. I mistook the meaning of what a "flex" track was believing that it was about an artists flexing of their abilities within a single track - singing, dancing, rapping, etc. A showcase, however I then found out recently that it is simply a form of "flexing" in terms of a bragging, muscle flex track. This brought me to writing my own "flex" track that is utilising both what I believed it stood for and the traditional flex. FlexAble in every which way.
| Song Length |
3:02 |
Genre |
Pop - Dance, Rap - Hip Hop |
| Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Mood |
Sociable, In High Spirits |
| Subject |
Dance, I, Me, Mine |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Written, produced and performed by Antoin Gibson
Title: FlexAble
Lyrics:
Pop it. Lock it. Going down and slut drop it.
Staccato. Bravado. Vibrato. Legato.
Now this is what you call a show.
It's all about my stance, glance and dance.
You never really stood a chance.
I've got everybody in a trance.
Antoin redefining flexing so logically yet perplexing
Tightening the flow so shut up and let's go
This is a beef up with a twist
Better bend your ear as I can't be missed
I'm dripping as a stone-cold ice linguist
None to spare if your feelings miss the gist
Emotionally dissed and you're instantly dismissed
Genre defining with minimal refining.
Pop? Penned down popular without all the whining
Rap? Wrapped up in silver lining
Dirty? Combining with the class of fine dining
Love? My allure leaves everyone pining
Diss? Simple for mentality declining
Emotional? Heart breaking that lives are resigning
I can't help my inflexion is blessed by divining
Raising the bar along with my finance.
Take care trying to match my flex yourself
as I wouldn't want you to break.
Got to match my figure so you got to cheque yourself,
Trying to keep up is your life's mistake.
Welcome lowly students to my Master class.
I can teach you my ways where fine art is how I shake my ass.
Blending and sculpting a new era that's Hip-Pop.
Credit me as the pioneer on how to bop to the top.
Where Artistic meets Mathematics.
Calculated, complex and evolves systematics.
Charismatics kinematics positioning chart schematics.
Can tell you're starting to stumble, stutter since the
Numerical linguistics made you shutter.
No One manages to pass my class.
How can you expect to flex when you're made of glass?
Pop it. Lock it. Going down and slut drop it.
Staccato. Bravado. Vibrato. Legato.
Now this is what you call a show.
It's all about my stance, glance and dance.
You never really stood a chance.
I've got everybody in a trance.
Pop it. Lock it. Going down and slut drop it.
Staccato. Bravado. Vibrato. Legato.
Now this is what you call a show.
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