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from Dj Krush - 漸 (2001)
You've got a very soft vision of art
You've got a deficit disorder of heart Thes are the wings of an endangered drum pattern This is the flight of the hapless, you've got it all backwards When KRUSH drops a f**kin city buster, I call it the crowd rapist Ace of base shitty compounded to drown faceless Out of the ground basics found in lost spaces Ashamed of its own bassline traces (that's pure hatred) Perhaps the internet feeds your village fright (right) I got the double ox wingspan dragon archetype tonight The part that reflects light, my razorblade kite F**k it..the rugged word, my immortal beloved Got you suckin off muppets for bisquick and contracts and shit Printed on the back of triscuits and served rectally (jesus this shit is giving me a headache, man) What a difference indifference can make My bad chemistry chalkes lines like little deranged johnny the terrain bum Borderline f**k ya soundbombing I'm heated like broke days with nothing but noodle ramon and water Water tainted, complaint filed time to transfer Take me out? transfer denied, answer supplied as: Stab em through the nipples with their own bitchy as rimshots I'm audio two basic combust with strange lust With modus opperandum in box than funcrush you box with soft touch So much slower than the whole scenery seems Moving through the plastiasine brackets backwards Afterburn full thrust monks react trackless Come to confront funk slugs with salt tactics Turn the farrah faucet on and burn em in their matress Murdered by a strange man in the basement of their building Time to build time to be brazen with can rasing The same faded disdain with a grain of insane patience Patent that, fire in the sky, cataract eyes This is nervous unnerving wordshit reported Fortnights of journey through Warning you secret pathfinder's the cast of bad sitcom The laugh track's added to the last cat shit on The audience claps like dillenger gun masonic rounds Falling down, trample the trespass sound Ample disress, amp'll get loud as terrets From banchee with a megaphone, me-me-me-megaphone Hold the frequency, hold it unevenly, unsheath the jihad blade And become animalistic authority walks the plan, thats implicit The shambles of the gifted, dismantled and imprisoned This is just a cf thought car derailed and resold as old feelings To those with false motion All potions, pour to parched hearts open Casted out, sold out in the open DJ f**kin Len'll leave the boom box dead DJ F**kin KRUSH'll make your children throw furniture Learning disabilities spring from the scene Like a recessive biter gene, ignited like a flare for all teams Tall beams broken, bring down the foundation Found in a pool of cess where the worms unnerve stations FM is just femenin breaks on rotation Company Floww hold the mic naked Famous (aside from murder touch) get with the once known divine style I enter like Asian, demented and god-like Odd mic clutched and chucked at glass structure Eat at that, bodies of martars and pump action Technospawn the last long-cock rhymer Get with it, spaceghost the force soul weapon Get with it, get got or got missing. You've got a very soft vision of art You've got a deficit disorder of heart Thes are the wings of an endangered drum pattern This is the flight of the hapless, you've got it all backwards |
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from Company Flow - Funcrusher Plus / Explicit Version (2002)
Since you're my special friend come closer for a special treat
(Uh) I'm going to let you touch me in a special place (But I don't want to touch you there) It is never ok to touch someone else's private parts Your mom and dad will tell you so Verse One: Bigg Jus Your eyes get live like Tupac getting shot in a lobby Most MC's styles is robbery of my freestyles as a hobby I pick apart monkey brains and spread disease through hot zones My cameos on promos seem strange like someone's not home Bigg Jus the outsider rain on your dream field With styles so freaking wet niggas need maxi panty shields Expose more moes out the closet that lead paint on your tenement Got more Black Thoughts in my Roots than most niggas got in their pigment It's the baby-faced lieutenant with the luck like Luciano Hardcore like Kool G Rap music made for concert piano So dust off the candelabra, hip hop's version of the super Don Dada With the license to give more ass whippings than Father You couldn't see me with binoculars, cover myself like telepathy Make most crews disappear like blackheads on Oxy creme Under the lights I fuck up mics with my uncanny ability to heat seek Through brain facilities with the science of microchemistry This history of my hip hop is too deep to be dissected Bitch recollect don't even half step or try to test it black Bigg Jus, I drop so much shit my anus needs an ice pack In fact I'm all that, El-P yo bring the horns back (Yes) Right through the center of your focus picture a long silver needle (You are correct sir) Piercing the outer lens of your eyesight [El-P] And once again In one verse we have proven That we can rip all these signed big budget motherfuckers (89.9) Peace to Stretch and Bobbito (Bob-bi-to!) Verse Two: El-P Ye olde lyrics of fire Surface bonds from X-Wing fighter stance to B-boy Actions fratcture negative thirty below wind chill factor The counteraction is just a helpless action of the hapless flinching My supersonics leave you mute like Maggie Simpson Taxidermist El-P I defy translation Instigate and set in crates(?) throughout your whole situation Practice exposing perfection like Ricki Like exposes white trash My shit is strange X-file number 2-6-7 whiplash Triple felon emcee minus the melanin When I bomb it the type of shit to make Baby Jessica jump in the well again Sunshines or rain acid, El-P the battle master Lactose breaking down your fucking fractals till you're flaccid I'm leaving Las Vegas like a hundred flying Elvises Raid, spot my prey, swoop down and cross their pelvises Rat nerve like David grill smoke bitch Catch my frozen frame suspended You couldn't even fuck with my idle fidget My birthright I'm pulling swords from stones high tone beam Phonetically abort it try to distort it and catch a silent scream, fetus The raw daddy tactics prove Krush Groove unstoppable Testing luck it's like sucking on lead pink popsicles The enigma, no one can fuck with me yet but I'm not signed (You wanna battle?) It's better to look in the (mirror) Say Candyman five times Candyman (whispered 5x) Just a promo Understand (Candyman) To be the man you gots to beat the man (It's so clear now) Me and Bigg Jus (The beautiful light) Company Flow clan (I can touch it) Mr. Len, 'sup? 89.9 Hit me with that shit some time Bigg Jus, Lune TNS The almighty El-P The imperial DJ Mr. Len Company Flow swinging it to you live for '95 |
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from Company Flow - Funcrusher Plus / Explicit Version (2002)
Verse One: Bigg Jus
Rugged like Rwanda don't wind up far or get chopped up Quick to rush the spot like baby urine get mopped up Tags that spray your hall with rap aerosol Organized graffiti that jizzin' can't control Or level with the devil racing uptown first to Fort Apache I'm much too much for any demon style to master me From the thought's next bridge to the hell's gate lyrically detonating Sparking M-80's and bottle rockets it's a nigga chaser Downtown graffiti deface a heroin debaser Open up your eyes and clean out your nature Wide open like the grand canyon Emcees couldn't hang if they was lynched by the Grand Dragon Searching for my style like Job-Corps Coming home on work release shoplifting at the rap store But sabotaging me ain't easy I'm crooked like Nathan Wick starring as Cochese With a big baseball bat you get robbed like DeNiro A sandwich still ain't nothing but a hero Just a small sample of the abstract When the rhyme gets crazy hot and lyrics don't know how to act Whether shooting joints or wax I go all out and attack crabs and herbs that's crazy wack We all can't be pimps, and we all can't rap You got to get your dollars on cause it's on like that Here's what I want you to do Niggas with the green axe and burgundy Forerunner, inhuman like Blade Runner When I'm rhyming all summer just listen to the drummer Transistor blister feedback freak the impeders Funk flow we expose frequencies in sequence Napalm gets dropped long range like fiber optics Check the rhyme activity your skills is microscopic Peace to my crew and my nigga El-P Who's here to spark it causing all these crabs to flee Verse Two: El-P Check it and I inflict it quattro nine fifty lungs misty Color me Maxmillian cause I'm that crazy robot Teetering on the edge of outer space Spitting buckshots till black holes surround me, you found me As far as I'm concerned I've got your ashes in an urn Big up, the temperamental hold none barred kid What's your confunction? Tracks is type dusty Drinking water out the well of life and I'mma piss it back rusty Flesh and phonics, you're god damned right I'm on 'em like they're on pacemakers hooked up to clappers Clap on, welcome to my free-form jubilee, look at me The witness to the shit you wanna be DBA lyrical P known as a simp and I'm a sycophant Feeding on fats passed and dipped In and out of my invisible state Forerunner rep tyrannical Wrecks like tecs bust mechanical Rusty goner weasel painting beats on an easel Shoot a head up, what bitch you're boxing shadows Look out my way you pull your breath out to battle Breaking your double helix, and now the shit is single Not mono, I burn the needle out your vinyl El-P the third gunner on the grassy knoll Stroll, keep the seventh seal of heaven in my pocket You're faggot like sprockets, motherfuck the Houston Rockets I'm so sick of recycled metaphors Bet but I'd fuck Laura Ingalls only when she's done with her chores Got rappers tip toeing on a Highway to Heaven Got manners like Bruce Banner when he's stressed I'm sick of your corny beats and your crowd-involved hooks Cause I'm a thinker Evil anus letting off stinkers BJ Eight steps to perfection The sum of each part forms an octagon Let rhyme styles get sparked EP Eight stpes to perfection The sum of each part forms an octagon Where rhyme styles get sparked Verse Three: Bigg Jus The holy terror, last moves you never won't win Playing taps on a violin You can never comprehend the rhyme origin I rate one like a Chinese, Jamaicin like a chin Hot rocking corduroy, Ballys that's so fitted Niggas came and assed out my tracks and left 'em shitted Fuck the movement, lubricate the smooth shit Just to letcha know, never do I use it Strictly the blueprint for the ghetto music in my cipher Shorty the sniper Jeep like Cherokee When I take aim handling wall to wall emcees Mr. Madman attract lyrics like magnets They fuck up speaking cavernous when I'm stabbing it Like the Juice, then go Bronco busting loose That's my word, you couldn't shoot or try to compute the math To kick any type sport like the vandal I manhandle, emcees get murdered like tennessa Or trapped in the bedroom with the Texas Chain Saw Massacre one two three you're taking and tell 'em Eastwick underground New York be the dwelling I keep telling 'em the state of the mind be the mentals If you murder up in the ghetto you murder in a temple |
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from Company Flow - Funcrusher Plus / Explicit Version (2002)
Yo yo yo yo yo
It's a shame when these MC's fuck with us Yo yo yo what they call you kid? Yeah they call me Bigg Jus Yo it's a shame when these MC's fuck with me Yeah what's your name son? They call me El P I must be entirely too fuckin nice El the Don Digital pass off to the right [Bigg Jus] From now on I'm impeachin Nautilus Substitution Mardi Gras Hot Nickel is back from filing at the Shark Bar Fuck the Shah, bringin it to you live after dark Ask the Psychic Friends, the rhymin-ass cypher with the blends Kings of many men, ancient wisdom, sizzles in Got a whole crew of girls bent you raped Bell Bottom Tim This concluding a broadcast from here to the next millenium Off you niggaz execution style ? [El-P] The prime directive is to mostly play a part of utter psychosis Not prone to play stationary man hopeless Gene pool tumors get rocked without discretion Fashion MC's drop now they part of my fall collection Dementia earth burners while Earth sinks further into servitude Hollow UFO's is comin in And bill collectors get clicked on Subtle murderous murder verse form a corporation In beef we briefly bankrupt but you suck litigation [Bigg Jus] The mixed bastard, wherever I lay my stat I oughta booby-trap it Super duty tough word, singin some stylish caged graphics to kids, who find a hornet's nest just for excitement I laughs when some Mars Attacks when I bust up ? [El-P] It's all fantastic when I bank, grand martial arts shouldn't faze me I see-through pussy like the Invisible Woman Teenagers turned trick pimped by pedophile labels they started but fall from, soon to be disabled *chorus* I want to be paid, MC, berzerker Fancy, tryin to eat, just livin I want to be paid, MC, berzerker Fancy, tryin to eat, just livin [Bigg Jus] I must be, entirely, too fuckin fresh Jus the killer Funcrusher, pass off to the left [El-P] And I, cut most meticulous Descriptive clip from the hit you done shit on site as ridiculous And under my thumb went numb hackers when EMS workers caught blood from slug catchers Here's the limit dusty but digital With a far more rugged approach than Red Asia Bust the sundial, wild advanced placement in effect For me, it's either rhyme or euthanasia Stands brittle but b-boy shell rugged and practical Subtle anarchy, climate is unadaptable Vulcan, logic, brought upon his destruction Attack him at the fulcrum and society can't function [Bigg Jus] I've been underground since thirteen literally Bombin the whole system up, beautifying the scenery Bless the turns I step up off these New Balance 580's on No order fool coherency Clinton speak Egyptian Get cocked, not back in the jungle, ease up friction High dose of energy fuels my fermenting splintering in three sections Each capable of launching attack in any direction Hook it back up and connect it Death-defying, all up on your e-mail addressing I defy, any and all attempts at logic Gray matter material formulate engineering solids ?Truck the vat scientific frontage off of science? [El-P] Every bloodline is tainted, signifying malignant raps who with bad intentions of boogeymen and death as a source of laughter [Bigg Jus] Yeah your precious family tree'll end this century No traditions to pass down, ?spend your way out of eternity? *chorus* If I have to live on this earth without sight I'll be the illest blind bastard, to ever touch a mic To bust off with a mic, like that, the tracks is over, we came fat End it right there, like that... |
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from Company Flow - Funcrusher Plus / Explicit Version (2002)
[El P]
Chick this out Company Flow manifests itself in many different ways We rhyme like this is the last fucking days Of course we've got El P DJ Mr. Len And the one and only [Bigg Jus] Jus's style is infinite so pass me the rock Got the same burner as the kid down the block Bought it from an off duty cop getting over Yo he'll stick you with a felony just to fill a quota I've got more styles than pagers by Motorola Legendary seven y'all claiming fuzz had inflicted it When played and AD hit in They came way back was killing it Who's the wildest b-boy with the paid style that's ill Encased in a glass dome I pull mikes like filaments I'm tungsten, light within that causes something Lick off a legal shot hit the edge and turn busting The trendy setter shot Joey now his cousins bludgeon They ask for it, permanent vacation with no passport Top ranked televisor of boxing as a sport I keep my gun cocked for all you hard rocks And grab my crotch at one time when they roll through my block Bigg Jus from the see ya, and we rule non-stop! Bigg bigg Jus, they start fuming when I set it Breaking down with the flow Bigg bigg Jus, they start fuming when I set it After the verse I got the fat cat Krylon paint, radioactive Busting out sockets leaving Earth in this bastard Rock the overdose, fiend back the graphics Lost off through a vortex, you came out on plastic Punch numbers buy me a thought last year candy gram Busting VSOL, on some shit, I'm the man Housing heads one of 2000 in reefer's dead The underground's uncertain Scrub skills keep resurfacing Grip the cryogenic body soaked in mystery Known for making emcees change belief from Tai Chi to ESP When I drop skills sick like buy my gee These heads hate me vibing to shit that bump like Teddys Still refuse excess I be phasing energy Push Kevlar sub woofers, deposits, enemies Face the finest war the final conflict for heroin The growth stunter run the shit down like Heather Hunter All five are up in that man control to uproot the ruthless demigod Notorious sets in half And they can't be attacked by entering the dragon's path And you won't last in the rugged badlands of the math All due respect to the DJ breakdance and graf I could go on about days going dashed But I won't, indeed yes I will I buckshot more drunk toxins than golden seal |
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from Company Flow - Funcrusher Plus / Explicit Version (2002)
Whole lot of chumps turning hard on the radio (4X)
The legends go on back my style is bizarre Course through my blood of course For the crews that was and the crews who would be Vainglorious Denomination of commonly monstrous caution blow the unit's sensation Fucking with your theology like Darwinism in the Bible Belt When I felt demagogueous bogus spit kill abolish You haven't heard the foggiest fucking fact About L dash Hubbard uncorrupted Hovering above the gun was obstructed Missed me just as I constructed The facet of the fire was friendly as instructed I'm not trying to get flighty eight hundred Homosexual emcees receive five mics A bizarre world, where Co Flow is the new pop sensation With heavy Hot 97 rotation Call 'em as I smell 'em, the jooks that shook tell 'em 3-2-1 contact I'm blessed, definitively not wack I got it made, you fight to march in the St. Patrick's Day parade Called what I thought I thought not the candle Spill another seed snip vasectomy (ow) How hard can that erection be now? They hit me before the case go to trial Twelve monkeys in a box without a witness to the style If monkeys on the cock were delicious non stop Aggravated hemorrhoids burn like TNT the efficient weed crops Independent as fuck as all senses You don't apply to my beautiful arrangment (sorry) I can range from cop killer to rapist to presidential assassin if I chose Simply for the sake of the derangement, but I don't And for the specs on my non-technologic pre-produce for lessons The tune carress tunes of the legends Exhume carcass to mark hits it's my honor For any cold reverse to turn loose on my brethren Justify my simple m.o. with some loving Utmost closed circuit Forced to tickle Elmo till he pissed in his little britches (Oh, stop) My troop talking to them as fierce may appear to act together Considerately hitting these switches Left side directs pestilence to these skies as dialects Right side locates and entertains the nearest clitoris Soul blade the hoes froze tyrants Closed to ultra-violence design bent, disrupted the alignment I brought on the napalm program the gas context Consumption people they expect it Caffeine machine, MSG Fluorocarbons, monoxides, perspective sets you free It's a voice soon El sets a trend Comply with exacto and cut for most tips I'm El-Producto, smoke a bong lies well Tribe of conspirators wants to infiltrate this My personal reflection on these legends got to be For the legends Any rapper on a label should resign and quit (4X) Take it back to kicking real shit (5X) |
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from Company Flow - Funcrusher Plus / Explicit Version (2002)
* please e mail the latter about any missing/misspelled graf writers
[Bigg Jus] Yo word the fuck up this is for.. (DJ Mr. Len) the motherfuckin (El P) undisputed (Stylemaster) CoFlow (Phase 2) Bigg Jus (yo check it) The elevated trainline of the day linin the A Where I first encountered the likes of Baby168 Stan Iz the Wiz K56 T.K.A. Kingpin throwups and way back then was Abe who watched us all rippin all loud up on the inside no E As I progressed to the 7 yard, early Johnny D Caine, Officer147, C.R.A. Fuzz, Comet, Blade, Ajax and Angelduster Cuttin school with Roman, hittin my first uni-wide Ridin the L, overlookin the handball courts A giant top to bottom flame, Demo TBA Ghost TMR, Easel CUK Switchin gears, Lay the One towards the end Who could forget the Master of Destruction led by Quik, Stash and Min Destroyin all lines of thought, the Vamp Squad were bugged I was a young kid, watchin these writers styles that bugged Fab 5 Freddy, ? models, then Slug I was a young kid, watchin these writers styles that bugged We cheer ? Kay Park, dirty Slug I keep it movin like Flint 707 I'm out to bomb Ban 2, ?? Rip 170, ??, F.B.I. Hi Darth Bramble, 147 Shy Rockin whole cars, you ain't seven Kevin Krash Just to name a few style elements from my past then while my crew tend to see technology in it's grasp From All City built upon the foundation of true masters Therefore when a architect delete old b-boyism I'm mackin And why Indelible continue kid to advance material that's classic Fundameric bus y'all to the uptown 1 2's and 3's From the Queens parts to layups to the Brooklyn I-N-D's I keep on like T-Kid, Lionel West a to S-E Top Cat, rockin up tall letters from Philly To the transit cop, Curly, Ferrari, Hicky and Ski Lady Pink, Lady Heart, add the essence ?? Searchin for the hidden message, hit up me aersol alphabetics Subvert word brutalizer Critical thinkin modifier Bigg Jus, Lune TNS, stark black tunnels a live wire Soaked in burgundy, float master ?? I'll make the tails Red Devil Rust on flat black, you ain't with Krylon J-3 mixed with amazon green, hit the ghostyards like TNT Skeme, the ex-vandal Nicer T-A-T, ebony dudes Family163, V-F-R Sharp Delta chrome ?? 3YB SUPERKOOL123, K-161 Jive156, Cuz NFC Stay high 149 Mitch 77, L-T-N-S Vade, Hondo U-G-A Original freight hater RibOne, AB 63 Cope Two, still showin versatility Peace to Don P and 168 Tracy I was a young kid, watchin these writers styles that bugged Fab 5 Freddy, ? models, then Slug I was a young kid, watchin these writers styles that bugged We cheer ? Kay Park, dirty Slug Straight up, for niggaz who don't understand Obviously this wasn't made for you, so fuck you Bigg Jus, Lune TNS and we out |
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from Company Flow - Funcrusher Plus / Explicit Version (2002)
[El P]
You and your whole fucking canned crewmen'll end tepid So when I Pearl Harbor don't let me catch you intrepid I'm telling you the wishbone be broke in my favorite crumbcake your mistake Enterprise and see Indelibles the number one feel bad crew of the season Just give me one reason to splash I should let the flag half mast Take time to wallow Company Flow the toughest penis sucky sucky So of course in an attempt to defend you end up unkempt Plus this agent get orange E-L-P-F-C-F rock for you First cousin to sling red dye number five be the potion In the subterrain warden for a gem of fate like stop motion Best to get ak-a-nickulous Our masks aren't intangible Auto man verse mandible We answer to no one, we 911 Silent alarm this is harm fear the duck of learning El-P phase through these walls like vision Choked in the shallow water, a bad executive decision Release the crack and please put down your skin flutes How could you...motherfuckers think ya To this mercenary sunblock 2000 burner All of your knowledge is truant Unlearn all of the shit and then over time you become fluent Send a fucking storm After I present enter the spectrum your career's never no more Enter the rectum And at twilight we'll skip stones and laugh about your poems But a blood-red book when the others got funcrushed is a spot The terror fabulously gets hot Co Flow mossie Walt Disney meets Kaiser Soze There will be no grand comebacks unless Lazarus or Kotter Inflicted bitch styles in a cave with stigmata We're locked in a box but you can't say Jack Trying to paint them fucking red doors black Like that spilled milk spoiled When Bill Gates and Ted Turner rub each other down with olive oils Company Flow fuck please Bitch put away the fucking piteous punchlines Blue Blockers break under the red light, belittled by my design I don't try to be different I am So inevitably my style will survive when your now turns to then El-P, vastly crapaphobic 3-2-1 contact never no more that's a promise You hold toast, well I hold Thomas Golden nooks and crannies Win my ticket raffle off the recycled thought shopping spree winner Congratu-fucking-lations, I dropped it now you got it But it's only a matter of time before Waldo gets spotted Pulled out of the crowd and martyred, a good old fashioned stoning My children, the professional has left the fucking building Until but for now You can't get run at night Curfews is issued in the daylight x2 Population Control Until but for now You can't get run at night Curfews is issued in the daylight [Bigg Jus] Like gargling, even in the nights we rip shit up The two franchise players that make your whole squad look butt Who brought the March Madness competition till October Got you thinking that shit became a bit little harder These niggas is fucking soldiers Indelible mercenaries that's why ballin' gets me on the nutsack The murderous intellect highly infections on contact You need to come quicker than that To snatch the cheddar from the mousetrap Small timer, it takes crazy engineering To fuck with anything from quantum physics to thought transmitters Next up be that over .400 switch hitter Out the park kingpin Dave couldn't do Justice Pound for pound it be these 2000 rap slugfests Hardcore when future emcees fight future wars But for now I'm fighting a squad of super-whores Butt-fucking invincible Co Flow skills for take-out Where you can get the beef broccoli with extra duck sauce The quick draw intend to keep cops reaching for the bearclaws Come meet the Coney Island intruder hit the arts way after midnight Had a scheme for a burner etched out tonight in graphite Apply the same ideology of b-boys to men to the mic And scratch the sounds like a quarter inch bolt broken off Co Flow coming at you from every verse payola shit Got stations blessing me off two thousand for every song minute Secretly teach background voclas in R&B clinics Until but for now You can't get run at night Curfews is issued in the daylight x2 Population Control Until but for now You can't get run at night Curfews is issued in the daylight Population Control x6 |
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OK ease back before I make position to squeeze
The head burner cookin eminate thought and grab my phallus Please I pump kinetics with unintentional malice Wanna battle one of us is endin up in God's palace Doubt my shit's Official the Megatron missile Bio computer virus with flesh eating potential (I'm convinced) future MC's are sending robots back in time as we speak to kill my mother before I'm born be warned You catch a high place cinchin, lucky you just the engine On a vision quest but my breathe is on bad intentions to herd the lyrical peak, at my inventions CoFlow providing DJ's with turntable weapons Snatch that, Disco Daddy, father pops grand shh Eliminate pretense, turn rocks to sand You're rockin low budget Doctor Who special effects and that's half-baked, you never get a buck when you act E-L dash, P is servin ----- we smash be a bootleg, and buildin up a fat nest egg I say fuck you, it's easy, say it again FUCK YOU Love love to rock bottom beats for the flicks To hibernate and syncopate but I'm still in the mix One of the many young policin breathers knockin out sequence Life's a L-O-T-T-O, carry a switch for self-defense Rappers try to front, but when I rhyme, where that beef went? If I'm just a reflection then I'm takin over mirrors ?woo lock to mack cornum status?, maybe that's clearer *Mr. Len cuts KRS-One saying 'Live and direct'* See what I'm saying? See what I'm saying? It's just the chorus, it's just the chorus It's till infinity, CoFlow shit, and that's it I rock prisms in different downtowns Tainted blood donor, bustin melodies around sound Left-wing extremist, hip-hop militia Bitches suck the penis competition call me Mister when I Collude, with Mr. Len it's brainfood, strictly Never again I let a record label trap me Try to clap me, with paperwork that leaves me empty Gas me to diss me, I swear to God you'd have to kill me Turpentine FDA approved tactics Styles invade for thin skinned rappers I bust scholastics Sixteen-oh-four mackie plus leave you in the dust, bustin them ?try move for Jus? Ninety degrees is CoFlow, runnin interference MC's they bite my shit, but I don't give em sample clearance Hell, I put my shit out even if I have to sell like a bucket of herbs before a pressing, oppressing but somewhat excessive, sexually suggestive I can suck a cookie out of pussy, no question Back off, deadly like cigarettes and black coffee Long as I got lungs and a knot you can't stop me *Mr. Len scratches again* It's till infinity CoFlow shit KnowhatI'msayin, check it out, check it out MC's is like livin in breakbeat hell You try to knock me off the ladder kid the fatter I swell It don't matter turnin liquid into wine by design Not sayin I'm Je-sus, the holy buck, with a halo Just an urbanite riding the train till I hit paydirt Smoke bones that's in a CoFlow tracks and like max that's my flavor, experimental behavior ?by scientist? Got props from Brooklyn Hasidic Jews to Queens Zionists The Manhattan/New Jersualem type connection Mork in erection, fiendin out for female affection My style is one whole piece, your shit is just the Cliff Notes Eminent plays chronic, MC's pneumonic You're buggin now fuck that, radio wack reconvene I sign for my condition, Company Flow vaccine Indelible MC's, choice top status Krazy Kings, from juvenile techniques to manhood I make my own grain and go against it Pissin on authority, dropped out of school, for seniority to do this hip-hop shit, but resonate classic Pops wasn't around so I'm a secondhand bastard Hypothesis simple, the earth is my pimple Pocket the extra cash then CoFlow multplying like triplets It's senseless, leaving rapeprs elderly and defenseless Going into details is worthless, fuck it I got your surplus, as long as there'll be peons on the surface I claim my outpost and boast, cause I deserve to Swerve to, miss the link, colder than a fetus on a hockey rink You think not what? Best be he not For ? and not givin up a little somethin at the weed spot Bigg Jus what's the verdict on this beat (that shit is mad hot) Give a whistle if you hear this, can't best me Try to keep my lyrics short and fat like Joe Pesci God bless me *Mr. Len* Know what I'm saying, till infinity Still working out the bugs It's gonna be on though MC's can't fuck with me, CoFlow shit Forgot to tell you that Mr. Len, Bigg Jus, BMS, and then you have me, Elijah The one and only diamond speechless starving artist Goin on from nine to five CoFlow shit, Mr. Len.. |
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from Company Flow - Funcrusher Plus / Explicit Version (2002)
[El P]
For all intents and purposes I ram pride Resonate pussy rapper get the long donkey cock I keep telethon MC's clinging to Jerry's person Motherfuckin Tourette's syndrome MC's can't freestyle without rehearsing Crossed T's and dotted I's but still caught a liquid shit surprise Rappers got on colored contacts but they better real eyes Contact CoFlow shit equals El Bigg Jus distortion Try to merk off on our pile but you choked on my fuckin portion You oughta scream, got my name up in your mouth like cock or gingivitis When every rhyme becomes the official new blueprint for wannabe writers I don't mind you talkin shit just keep it in the first person Think realistically if you diss me could you handle my rebuttal version Then again if you spit my name it only means you recognize my status I flip the script use your little diss as a promotional apparatus I'll ignore you sellin crack, killin people, and keepin it real but disrespect me and my adopted fam and die young like veal When miscellaneous MC's drop they spontaneous bullshit metaphor, the outcome is always obvious When that piece of shit Mother Time gets cut short in 1999 I'll be stress-free, knowin that while I was on Earth I got mine Say what..? 8 Steps to Perfection, the sum of each part forms an octagon Where rhyme styles get sparked.. |
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from Company Flow - Funcrusher Plus / Explicit Version (2002)
[Featuring BMS]
Intro/Chorus: Soon you'll see As I flow fluently to frequently another MC will drop off the face of this Earth for what it's worth I've been the nastiest one since birth "New York is number one today in the house!" [El P] I'll do the simple shit strike harder than Hoffa El the maladjusted MC Funcrusher Massive a sign for my condition automatic Goldstar connect thoughts get jostled at your position Listen, abort mission without further discussion Dual personality, half me ? Doc Jekyll when I burn your paragraph down to a haiku So Tootsie Roll motherfuck back to your seat cause I don't like you I got a hundred beats, all nicer than your joint Karaoke MC's need not receive G's that's the whole point Be out within the crowd get open like herpes simplex sores on vexed pussy found that I put more crush, on crews than Jets You're just that simple plus overfronted -- but that's the status Cold caught my shit you better not sit, so stop the madness With hip-hop guidelines I state I never liked authority When sales control stats I place no faith in the majority Chorus Auto, matic, just for my people Auto, matic, just for my crew Auto, matic if you're wack then you'll get knocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too "New York is number one today in the house!" [El-P] I analyze, people call me El so son catch it MC's be disillusioned as hell, them can't hack it I'ma knock you out your tax bracket Slipped into the wrong hands, the mental barbarian Stay-Freshed in Ziplock, money plot hatcher How the fuck you gonna bring a Go-Cart to the Grand Prix hee hee laughter, enter for irreconcilable disaster I'ma protect mine like a Japanese fighting sticks master Aim, pierce your vital nerve, the bloody conquest Rappers they be like ? bro, I sunk your Battleship Ultra-magneto, burnin pee burns my credo Mad men cry like when you realize you got a shirt full of infrared dots plus I'm scopin at this bitch, be prepared for the mental headshots When the CoFlow leave the room, we takin mics bitches and boom (the incredible BMS...) [BMS] Now the mint and governor get paid, collectin off raids all the cash that was made from a brother, New York Undercover Don't love her, still I'm SuperHun Rhyme styles monstrosities, fools never stoppin me I swat MC's quite easily, Dunn Imitate styles most complain you can't begin to express Elevate off this, nine times to your brain makes your mind manifest, shit's hopeless Stop stop the nonsense, this could not accomplish Low pro interactive, go open carsnatchin CoFlow, by all means necessary packin rhymes is automatic Check the barrel circumfrence who done it, confirm it sewers done run it BMS just a killer plus serial But still ill and Sugarhill, to the fullest extent Tactic G represent, C-4 blowin up like the doors and this president (Dead, Presidents) Chorus Auto, matic, just for my people Auto, matic, just for my crew Auto, matic if you're wack then you'll get knocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too [El-P] I'm gettin fresh for my freeform All hold heart rocks down when I'm turnin veterans to greenhorn Beat it, make a bee-line, be lax or you'll be outed Spit words that's really cold, pinchin lymph nodes, El The inconvenience to your master plan fell, your shit's abyssmal Decimal point, zero for the judge burnin rhyme books Fuck basic, iambic pentameter just dissolves So I'll say fuck you suck your marrow like a chicken wing, from pluck you Location I'll rock like Zeke, calamity What's your composure, shoot sex like Vanity it's over Done it again brainstorm slice in your direction Cut the belly of your block open over to C-Section Death callin one, for the dysfunctional son Trapped in my digital domain ... (the El to the P) Yo fuck rappers that freak a fable, phony will make them fall out Frequencies painful run em as sonar, CoFlow's the callout You're misaligned, I turn benign breaks into malignant Knock em out the box, capture they flag and kick they can in Badlands, live one down the information highway Write a rhyme in braille, send a fuckin battle to your e-mail Yes once again empty MC's we have had here for those fortune enough to feel this, blessed number one ichiban numero uno crew -- track runner stun gunner plus vocal freak show performance Company Flow rockin shit from the intro to the outro Nevertheless I must digress for the master The walking FreshFest MC's pure when in soil yet shallow when the bank roll The independant representation of what MC's can and should be Judge prosecution defendant and jury "New York... New York... New York... New York... New York is number one today in the house!" |
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from Company Flow - Funcrusher Plus / Explicit Version (2002)
[Bigg Jus]
Yo yo it stink like dead rappers check it The re birth type of warfare biological Delve into my Waterworld overcome any obstacle In your bodyframe we're aimin for the jugular Kids take my styles like D.A. to drug smugglers Jus the acquisite a prize the lyrical Charmin You ridin fat hoochies tryin to glimpse the summit In the wintertime yo I be killin Storm Troopers Cluein your crew in to exactly who done it Bigg Jus mind invention the king battle of epic proportions Lyrical intrigue, the master of contortion Optimized computerization virus Paradoxical acoustic sound bombing My complexity weaves fourth-dimensional in your mind Check the index under ego smashin Propaganda bashin, meetin the merciless Pry apart your bourgeoise industry functions Smoke the rhymes to give the microphone lung cancer You crabs is straight slummin A good investment, a high-yield earning Your high anxiety burning off the fumes from my burners My evil memoirs interleave intrigue to get more niggaz high than Kilimanjaro Indelible confrontation be way out your league So say goodbye, to tomorrow like Key Otherwise or the king of action Packed like a liquor store auto when check cashin Never before, have you been able to witness so much cruelty, live and in color In the privacy, of your own home *Mr. Len cuts and scratches "painful"* *Mr. Len cuts and scratches "El P is here to spark it"* [El-P] Alright bring that down though One two.. When I walk I stomp out messages MC's with they holiday hollow chocolate mics appear thespian Forbidden got a stomach full of pop rocks and thumbtacks ingested Deaded, similar to cold war Asians as a law can cost effective This mister wizard blitzed by the kilometer don't resist Shit alternative fuel combat conglomerates I'm on it like shit is in a bag via colostomy Hostile macho stuck tryin to get his buck in a lottery I'm not dead pilot a cropduster ahead of resevoir bound Drop the payload, cargo packed by the Dow Jones' Got your holed up in a marble chest and rebels leak urine Your basic components of a mechanized style modular Fury has no pattern like the gain enslaves the shifty Quite simply for both king of panic, implode Bureacratic backers provoke my frantic rantings Fuck with up and comers like in my school is senseless We all felt pain arranged from migraines to chronic jaundice Stepped into the country bar flippin strictly ebonics Fell upon a M*A*S*H unit wounded I practically froze and felt stony, vision I suppose Memo track that's just trapped in Japanime and molested And can't recall the glance of the action was comfortable express shots from the tachyon synchronized I settled directly down to it and studied for your demise Skeletal frames proceed to safe tree that was splashed The Jackson Pollack effect Without directly coordinating men it's jump Watership Down Dissension, to kill the pig and pay the rent invention |
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from Company Flow - Funcrusher Plus / Explicit Version (2002)
[Bigg Jus]
I swing boomerangs and murder air attacks Blow out busted internet access info out your back Clip cut you off I'm too advanced for your little cause Pole position my verbal contact no life support We'll maintain position lift off to ignition Frequency feedback provide ammunition The brain cells panic sell two tons of the IQ When the energy starts to fornicate that's when I punch through All type hard rock tracks that's hard to the max It's spacey like mixing up angel dust and crack Yo wait a God damned pagan minute, then pause on that My styles the man like the Ku Klux Klan be from deep down south Don't let one of these little emcees get lost on the wrong route Catch a Mississippi Burning fuck that then catch an arson Land mines, destruction, Far Rockaway to Carson You couldn't locate my synthy format using LoJack Bitch I'm all that Scratch the bed numbers straight off your girls' back In fact black the injection of my lethal status Will ultimately break all beats down into antimatter You couldn't hang if you was bit by a radioactive spider I'm intrigued, your lackluster broken charted style Is unkempt and wild causing mayhem The battle rhymer mixed with tonic and El-P is fucking lethal Like a African disease killer people And it's true I'm messing with your whole crew till you're bogling Cause your style is now off with a blast of the force It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters The Krazy Kings these thinking caps be sparking tags quick x4 It's been rated combustible Computer animated T2 Winds up enzyme fractal poly-residue When taking away what little time that I got The mind view in energy oxen I pick the combination spot When in 1985 they injected me with props Ten years of misdirected blacks killing, I'm back on the block Recuperating from the never-ending bloodshed of the war Though my pockets remain empty, my soul remains pure Retained it exists laid a whole education For the new rebirth of a super space station Practicing the science of shooting the planets from a distance While escaping without conscience of existence Or would be laws no matter how much I resistance From somewhere wicked in the West this way comes It seems that we underestimated Satan once again Time marches on but some and then some blends Into the recess of all starving no content All for the form of better communication I bet you wish you could eliminate the whole lower class population I be the fund raiser for my own expedition A pro-black family mind reconditioning For the multi-colored Pumas are no longer the flavor Unless you're one of those techno transient jungle ravers It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters The Krazy Kings be thinking caps and sparking tags quick x4 I strike a match for you two dollar MC's that can't burn This is for your own concern I burn images in retinas for all you bitches faking You couldn't download my multi-disk without penetrating Complex quotes set to explode off of impact But it sees to that disco boogie mayhem dance track Lookie bitch at poetry that's on track like a bookie More heads be jocking my shit than a droptop at dookie Peep this, put together the form into pieces That form the eight steps for your mind increases Another ass whipping slashing my burn to pieces It's mad bogus, I'm fading in and out of focus Cock shoot cops tax me, I'm taxing you My gunshots scream nerve wracking, heads is pushing through Intensity, I booby-trap all known vicinities Leave you stinking like face guts in a dumpster in Little Italy It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters The Krazy Kings be thinking caps and sparking tags quick x8 |
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At night I cover my ears in tears
The man downstairs must have drank too many beers But one day you'll pay Doomed to this kid that you fueled with anger actions Disgust mostly sick most never have satisfaction Till your bones melt high incident clips and crumple zones Hold a fix on you eternal intruder interrupting my zone Dwell the matter I must follow why you proposed only the lonely know Swallowed my mother when she was hollow Who can blame a woman like her, singular parent One love already dissolved and the solution left polluted Two kids with a father who broke out as resoluted So fuck it she needed love and you provided false clout Stomping on the bottom man and I wish she just walked out Knew you was jacked as a stepfather, bit my tongue on the issue Next to stormy weather and forced tolerance but secretly vexed Wish I would have spoke on it but why deny the bliss Mom's with a new husband casting needles puncture pressure Briefly lifted the guilt from a divorce snuffing her pleasure Now you're all up in the family tree, come broken nuclear With termites corroded in your veins and elected to drown the pain But the pain couldn't quite die with a thrown back whiskey sour Puritan, crushing Moms between rocks for at least an hour Until the day I die x2 That's why At night I cover my ears in tears The man downstairs must have had too many beers Now every night of my life he beats his wife [Until the day I die] Until the day I die Timepiece must've read early morning at least So I lay death's cousin, woken by the sonics of the beast That somewhere deep beneath me a fracture had seized at my neck Breath was it, a flag that marked the end of my peace Conference of the birds I heard my mother dove cry Not absurd just routined I'd learned Just keep my fucking grill locked and hope the entropy stops me process Stepfather's got to fight verbally when his liver's soaked And products come in bottles stuck with drunken last nerve up too close But I couldn't sense the distinction from the other nights' livest wires Ceremony's sparked again a dry one in comparison to this one Handing crutches to my psyche, I was tripping Huddled up clutching sis I think I heard a dress ripping I should've reacted to that But I didn't know the extent, please You could've caught him in time Yeah, that thought's occurred to me constantly Now I've been digging my head and I don't know what he wants from me Until one of us is dead I suppose That's why At night I cover my ears in tears The man downstairs must have had too many beers Now every night of my life he beats his wife [Until the day I die] Until the day I die x2 Much more than abrupt I heard the silence erupt But it was just a touch of tough love that I heard from above The calm and the climate confused me The dawn was a floozy Barely risen but still beckoning to me The song of the night's events amused me, morbidly In a petrified state I wait, to Deadwood on duty Just tempers flared I figured woozily When all is dead and done a pair is just as fucking happy as they choose to be Now off to where the wild things dwell for shuteye The prospect bored me, awokened by the stepsounds coming towards me A quick glance at my mom's darkened silhouette in the hallway assured me So I sunk with the hope that hibernation would cure me And slept my last sleep while I counted clone sheep And dreamt about nothing for the last time ever The ignorance was blissful just a recollection Of the gift of innocent times from a merciful deception Woke to hazy landscapes to find my world defied the laws my mind mandates Patching jugulars with Band-aids The turn on you laid well above my bed Were here and only barely through the shock of what her broken face told me You should have known what happened I was young and oblivous He almost killed your mom If I knew I could have done something You'll never see him again Yeah but I see him every night And cover my ears in tears as he beats his fucking wife At night I cover my ears in tears The man downstairs must have had too many beers Now every night of my life he beats his wife [Until the day I die] Scott Bivins Until the day I die x12 |
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Flow some mo' Co shit (repeat 4X)
[El P] My skit is sick (repeat 6X) Verse One: Bigg Jus The hope in a dark universe chasing shadows Into the burning season slay to a sunk pharaoh Icon holding a diamond encrusted Jesus Please stop check and suck my rated 50 are in these chromosomes hell Still these guns blaze on a ten hour swing shift Who I had thoroughly wanted to rip shit Grab the rags and towels and swing their caps back See lab bomb autopsy report, terrorist type of 'tack The lifeline intertwined with true belief got distorted Caught it late night on Telemundo, Night Court it, teleport it Spotted in boot camp dishing out an ass whpping, bad decision Align astrologically to ensure global time positioning Take aim, blast government conspiracies out the frame Excuse me, El Diablo, excuse me The worldwide b-boy exhibit is now closed Widen your distribution of nitrogen, swing nightsticks on patrol The Bad Lieutenant, digital chaos out of control Deep in a swampland, the killer's out officially financed Graffiti crazed individual rock steady in all his fury Backspinnin on these crabs, signed sincerely yours truly Flow some mo' Co shit (repeat 6X) Verse Two: El-P Who disperses poisonous crackers with gem tones One minute of verses the beats to spot zones, angled out Murder kill def sucky bitch cock and that's your best shot Strictly Freudian the way I see another crab frontin within the inkblot Like that dung beetle squirmin around in the residue of my math The design burnt into the support beam and contorted into a love mode Seemingly gave the whole squad the Hiroshima for preference For using my blueprints as a point of reference Co Flow can only exist in your void which is closed in the internet Trying to match definitions to the words with which I taught See technically you're not the germ it's your sperm that's the weapon I fear ducks fertilizin and teachin their seeds all the half steppin Spawnin little replicate idiots, so I madly touch pressure points badly Sadly but it's my duty When amnio-belief bust down, turn around for the script that I falcon See that with that you drown, eerily... Under the bridge micronautics Pop is pure but then the septic system bubble up through the artists 454 Fahrenheit bombers we are As long as I can see the North Star Cross minds but don't try to hide the use of a gun as an extension of the penis When Yin collides with Yang you see me burn into the Phoenix Blinded don't test me I already received my G.E.D. Scored in the top .5 percentile in the country, quite easily Record mode set up the EQ for minus Infect it like the germs that metamorph up in your sinus As with this slang was born a new Sodom I be a Deep Blue def subtle breath control that Kasparov pack The acidic 32nd contact While snakes try to scream out what a friend is Then lick off like Mendendez With only a stick so I can blood just bricklay a biggie thick set aside suit Homicide sad times settle into entropy I El-Venom, patchwork I've sewn the last stitch X-axis Tilted on the side where they coulda been residing amongst freaks Company Flow, kill informational leaks Flow some mo' Co shit (repeat 3X) |
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from Company Flow - End To End Burners...Episode 1 (2000)
(together)
C.f. digital bust critical Lighters get burned on a diamond stylus Four elements control the soundclash Coflow responds to the crowd's mileage (bigg jus) The nitrous illustrator surveyor terrorizer Hit end to end burners plus multiple insiders Sublevel providers or simple verbalizer The most humble student sniper, destroy to amplify The sentinal who protects the portal dimensional hologram Cover all chapters of b-boy visuals Take it back to two a.m. fill in the 3d outline in the park A year later drug raiders set off black and silver sparks Somehow it just changed the culture ripped the whole movement apart From it's origins, begin that gave the four elements it's start What remains, a crew trying to rebuild in vain To the local squad, trying to bring the fame back to they building I'm in the finals, three years consecutive for soundkilling Pooh butt analyzers, the weapon mystifier Who wanna come test the king benevolent Who turn the state of the art, into nuttin or irrelevant Who f**k the world whirlwind myriad of vaporous hybrids, it's known To seep through these brick walls n shit, close your eyelids In the field of depth perception I annihilate kids with no less than texas tittie twisters Skull nuggies, purple nurples, methamphetamine Break the land speed record dip out leave a crop circle Mr. sluggo top-notch competitor behaviour injector invader Crush competition like a overturned blazer Our greatest work ever, overthrow the stock exchange with lazers Escape flying through the number 4 tunnel, too low to be detected by radar Grand concourse mixer of flavour breast elixir We screwface competition with ruthie cola mixture I'm way above, shine on crews like a street lamp fixture (together) Super duty tough words, all vision lost rhymin B-boys hold down the function Rock steadily for more than just dough "dance to the rhythm and rhyme of coflow" (repeat 5x) (big juss) A hot wire like a third rail is live (repeat 3x) From here to oblivion, I obliterate (el producto) Yo, I cut most meticulous with a similar interest King of pen and sing to a metronome without an influence Shot burner off-kilter bust shit at random Like civil war muskets or add kids throwin tantrums Out out the damn spot with phantom power rebel bunch Using the populace like fed fed the meat to public school lunches Sad to say I'm the matrix with the code for smallpox rapist Out of all shots mine are worn from hit 'n' runs, caught 'em mixtapeless Straight from limbo where the most favourite dish is faces Marching like dimes or orangemen through belfast Manimal hybrids be combination, then beatbox Til the tastebuds on our tongues are smooth and shapeless Dodging thought police this patient zero the folk hero Clepto steal the spotlight before b-boys turn complacent Specialize in neuter services and theft of game systems The crew detaches expands and credits them towards purchases Wisdom with a bad touch, incision pain plus That botched the operation and denied insurance claim from it Overfiendish, twenty cock to shoot out f**k your mind Before that morning cup of ovaltine shit El producto, c.f. born to break shit down and replace it with Fortified vitamins that you can lick right off the vinyl Little leaguer, my phonics is on some clearly ironic shit Like hittin pick six on the day of the apocalypse Took the hard road to blaze a trail like yeast infection In urethras, just to match crabs try to bite my style, fail Diss me on the internet like picket line crossin teamsters Scabs that's realy down with hip hop only if convenient, kill him!!! The rhyme sucks The delivery sucks This f**king move, terrible, very old Look at me I'm going to dance for you now, look "dance to the rhythm and rhyme of coflow" (repeat 4x) (big juss) A hot one among the third rail is live (repeat 3x) From here to oblivion, I obliterate "dance to the rhythm and rhyme of coflow" (cut and scratched) |
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(together)
C.f. digital bust critical Lighters get burned on a diamond stylus Four elements control the soundclash Coflow responds to the crowd's mileage (bigg jus) The nitrous illustrator surveyor terrorizer Hit end to end burners plus multiple insiders Sublevel providers or simple verbalizer The most humble student sniper, destroy to amplify The sentinal who protects the portal dimensional hologram Cover all chapters of b-boy visuals Take it back to two a.m. fill in the 3d outline in the park A year later drug raiders set off black and silver sparks Somehow it just changed the culture ripped the whole movement apart From it's origins, begin that gave the four elements it's start What remains, a crew trying to rebuild in vain To the local squad, trying to bring the fame back to they building I'm in the finals, three years consecutive for soundkilling Pooh butt analyzers, the weapon mystifier Who wanna come test the king benevolent Who turn the state of the art, into nuttin or irrelevant Who f**k the world whirlwind myriad of vaporous hybrids, it's known To seep through these brick walls n shit, close your eyelids In the field of depth perception I annihilate kids with no less than texas tittie twisters Skull nuggies, purple nurples, methamphetamine Break the land speed record dip out leave a crop circle Mr. sluggo top-notch competitor behaviour injector invader Crush competition like a overturned blazer Our greatest work ever, overthrow the stock exchange with lazers Escape flying through the number 4 tunnel, too low to be detected by radar Grand concourse mixer of flavour breast elixir We screwface competition with ruthie cola mixture I'm way above, shine on crews like a street lamp fixture (together) Super duty tough words, all vision lost rhymin B-boys hold down the function Rock steadily for more than just dough "dance to the rhythm and rhyme of coflow" (repeat 5x) (big juss) A hot wire like a third rail is live (repeat 3x) From here to oblivion, I obliterate (el producto) Yo, I cut most meticulous with a similar interest King of pen and sing to a metronome without an influence Shot burner off-kilter bust shit at random Like civil war muskets or add kids throwin tantrums Out out the damn spot with phantom power rebel bunch Using the populace like fed fed the meat to public school lunches Sad to say I'm the matrix with the code for smallpox rapist Out of all shots mine are worn from hit 'n' runs, caught 'em mixtapeless Straight from limbo where the most favourite dish is faces Marching like dimes or orangemen through belfast Manimal hybrids be combination, then beatbox Til the tastebuds on our tongues are smooth and shapeless Dodging thought police this patient zero the folk hero Clepto steal the spotlight before b-boys turn complacent Specialize in neuter services and theft of game systems The crew detaches expands and credits them towards purchases Wisdom with a bad touch, incision pain plus That botched the operation and denied insurance claim from it Overfiendish, twenty cock to shoot out f**k your mind Before that morning cup of ovaltine shit El producto, c.f. born to break shit down and replace it with Fortified vitamins that you can lick right off the vinyl Little leaguer, my phonics is on some clearly ironic shit Like hittin pick six on the day of the apocalypse Took the hard road to blaze a trail like yeast infection In urethras, just to match crabs try to bite my style, fail Diss me on the internet like picket line crossin teamsters Scabs that's realy down with hip hop only if convenient, kill him!!! The rhyme sucks The delivery sucks This f**king move, terrible, very old Look at me I'm going to dance for you now, look "dance to the rhythm and rhyme of coflow" (repeat 4x) (big juss) A hot one among the third rail is live (repeat 3x) From here to oblivion, I obliterate "dance to the rhythm and rhyme of coflow" (cut and scratched) |
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