[Queen Heroin]. Asides from gettin in you, the words will stain you. Permanent like ink in epidermis, from tattoo artists. to scar this, thought of partnership you may have fought.
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.
Jus' style is infinite. . Yo, yo, it stink like dead rappers, check it. The re-birth, type of warfare biological. Delve into my Water world, overcome any obstacle.
Jus' style is infinite. . Yo, yo, it stink like dead rappers, check it. The re-birth, type of warfare biological. Delve into my Water world, overcome any obstacle.
Check, check it. . Fuckin' with a nigga like myself your lyrics fail. Laverne's gear shows your record so unless the hoe's butt naked. You're a loser, decrepit, shoulda kept it to your lonesome.
I was once was told of a mutant who could twist space around him. And now it seems that I've met him. . Chick this out. Company Flow manifests itself in many different ways.
{dante of (mood)}. Yo, move recite chapters. Rappers write scripts for actors. Don't rap about the facts, till they attack the catch. Handcuff the shackel, stand up get tackled.
You and your whole fuckin canned groove it'll end tepid. So when I Pearl Harbor don't let me catch you intrepid. I'm tellin you the wishbone been broke in my favor, crumbcake your mistake.
[el-producto]. Do you know who you are... Do you know who you are fucking with?. Do you know, the access, to weapons, money and power. That we have? we will fucking kill you!.
[del] aiyyo whattup el-p?. [el] yo whattup del-phonic?. [del] nuthin man; I was on the bus the other day man. Tryin to listen to my walkman. This motherfucker all in my face.
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.
Is there anyone close.. by.. who can listen to this?. And who can see it.. plain as day. Look how it falls down. Falls down upon everybody!. This is it.
* this song appeared on hiphopjoints.com as a response. To anticon rapper sole but hasn't officially been released. . El-p: "straight up if it wasn't for cats like me.
Whole lot of. Whole lot of chumps turning hard on the radio. The legends, go on back, my style is bizarre. Whole lot of chumps turning hard on the radio.
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.
[bigg jus]. . It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters. The krazy kings be thinking caps and sparking tags quick (4x). . I was once in the land where things would never go right.
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.
Flow some mo' Co shit. Flow some mo' Co shit. Flow some mo' Co shit. Flow some mo' Co shit. . My skit is sick. My skit is sick. My skit is sick. My skit is sick.
[mr. eon]. Girls, girls, girls, girls. My right hand I adore. Spankin on my sheets till I can't cum no more. I'm on a five-a-day plan, then I'm switchin hands.
[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.