Vital Nerve Lyrics - Company Flow

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 

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 

Automatic, just for my people 

Automatic, just for my crew 

Automatic 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 

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 [unverified] 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 

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) 

Automatic, just for my people 

Automatic, just for my crew 

Automatic if you're wack then you'll get 

Knocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too 

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 Fresh Fest MC's pure when in soil 

Yet shallow when the bank roll 

The independent 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