Uncle Sam MC, Bakari J.B. - Who Told You? Lyrics

Who told you you could flow bro?
You're average, sorta so-so
I'm hot as Acapulco
Scramble like Tony Romo
Off 20,000 NoDoz
That's date like the 00s
These days it's more like coco
With keef and filtered photos
No posing for the promo
I'm deep inside the dojo
I don't know how to yo-yo
I see the world in slow-mo
Solo like Supermoto
With styles by the boatload
Before I lose my mojo
I'm breaking the glass
With a foot up your ass, I'm taking out trash
If you think I would crash
Pack up your bags, step away from the tracks
#MatterOfFact
React as the elements crack
Small acts keep the mental intact
Hold fast as the pendulum snaps in half
Wrecking all records of recollection
Acceptance of adolescence
Improperly placed aggression
Wait- please pardon my digression
One more time, let me ask you the question

Who told you you could flow?

You don't have permission to be spitting
Your shit is sounding like friction
To my eardrums, I'd be near dumb if a dare listen
To a poser, who I oppose
I suppose, I should set this all on fire yo, I desire the riot flow
On every track I ball out like a debutant
You stay high, I stay on a higher echelon
Cheffing some of that food for thought in your restaurant
Your level on the mic's where I'm stepping to bike pedal on
You livin the life, whenever you pick up the mic
I feel like you pitching the dice, thinking your nice
Wanna be on point, but what we spit is precise
You wrote the song, I can't listen to your flow for long
Introducing whoever told you wrong to my open palm
What the five fingers say to your face?
You won't survive if you playing it safe
You got the drive, but you late to the race
Supply the fries when I pay for my plate
Cause you can't rhyme, you just takin' up space

Who told you you could flow?

So now that that's established
I'm kicking backwards habits
Progressing on to lavish
Stay buzzing like I'm Maverick
I'm unconcerned with status
So please check your baggage
And keep it moving down the line, don't mind the apparatus
We're just checking to make sure
Your presence is a pure
Reflection in case you're
Projecting a face for the purpose of collecting evidence
Ever since I've been flowing like this, I've been hesitant
Of trusting other residents
Cause embellishment is running rampant in these streets
The shit is devilish
I ain't the one to enlist
In your cliché little cliques
I'd rather dive off a cliff
Into a bottomless pit
And fall ass over tits
Until the galaxy rips
And we no longer exist
Are you catching my drift?
Shit, I should practice biting my lip
But I got a question...
Can you guess what question it is?