Company Flow - Definitive Lyrics
Ok ease back before I make position to squeezeThe head burner cookin, eminate thought and grab my phallusPlease, I pump kinetics with unintentional maliceWanna battle one of us is endin up in gods palaceDoubt my shits official, the megatron missileBio-computer virus with flesh eating potential(Im convinced) future mcs are sending robots back in timeAs we speak to kill my mother before Im born, be warnedYou catch a high place cinchin, lucky you just the engineOn a vision quest but my breathe is onBad intentions to herd the lyrical peak, at my inventionsCoflow providing djs with turntable weaponsSnatch that, disco daddy, father pops grand shhEliminate pretense, turn rocks to sandYoure rockin low budget doctor who special effectsAnd thats half-baked, you never get a buck when you actE-l dash, p is servin ----- we smashBe a bootleg, and buildin up a fat nest eggI say ***** you, its easy, say it again ***** youLove love to rock bottom beats for the flicksTo hibernate and syncopate but Im still in the mixOne of the many young policin breathers knockin out sequenceLifes a l-o-t-t-o, carry a switch for self-defenseRappers try to front, but when I rhyme, where that beef went?If Im just a reflection then Im takin over mirrors? woo lock to mack cornum status? , maybe thats clearer*mr. len cuts krs-one saying live and direct*See what Im saying? see what Im saying?Its just the chorus, its just the chorusIts till infinity, coflow shit, and thats itI rock prisms in different downtownsTainted blood donor, bustin melodies around soundLeft-wing extremist, hip-hop militia*****es suck the penis competition call me misterWhen I collude, with mr. len its brainfood, strictlyNever again I let a record label trap meTry to clap me, with paperwork that leaves me emptyGas me to diss me, I swear to God youd have to kill meTurpentine fda approved tacticsStyles invade for thin skinned rappers I bust scholasticsSixteen-oh-four mackie plusLeave you in the dust, bustin them ? try move for jus?Ninety degrees is coflow, runnin interferenceMcs they bite my shit, but I dont give em sample clearanceHell, I put my shit out even if I have to sellLike a bucket of herbs before a pressing, oppressingBut somewhat excessive, sexually suggestiveI can suck a cookie out of *****, no questionBack off, deadly like cigarettes and black coffeeLong as I got lungs and a knot you cant stop me*mr. len scratches again*Its till infinityCoflow shitKnowhatimsayin, check it out, check it outMcs is like livin in breakbeat hellYou try to knock me off the ladder kid the fatter I swellIt dont matter turnin liquid into wine by designNot sayin Im je-sus, the holy buck, with a haloJust an urbanite riding the train till I hit paydirtSmoke bones thats in a coflow tracks and like maxThats my flavor, experimental behavior ? by scientist?Got props from brooklyn hasidic jews to queens zionistsThe manhattan/new jersualem type connectionMork in erection, fiendin out for female affectionMy style is one whole piece, your shit is just the cliff notesEminent plays chronic, mcs pneumonicYoure buggin now ***** that, radio wack reconveneI sign for my condition, company flow vaccineIndelible mcs, choice top statusKrazy kings, from juvenile techniques to manhoodI make my own grain and go against itPissin on authority, dropped out of school, for seniorityTo do this hip-hop shit, but resonate classicPops wasnt around so Im a secondhand bastardHypothesis simple, the earth is my pimplePocket the extra cash then coflow multplying like tripletsIts senseless, leaving rapeprs elderly and defenselessGoing into details is worthless, ***** itI got your surplus, as long as therell be peons on the surfaceI claim my outpost and boast, cause I deserve toSwerve to, miss the link, colder than a fetus on a hockey rinkYou think not what? best be he notFor ? and not givin up a little somethin at the weed spotBigg jus whats the verdict on this beat (that shit is mad hot)Give a whistle if you hear this, cant best meTry to keep my lyrics short and fat like joe pesciGod bless me*mr. len*Know what Im saying, till infinityStill working out the bugsIts gonna be on thoughMcs cant ***** with me, coflow shitForgot to tell you thatMr. len, bigg jus, bms, and then you have me, elijahThe one and only diamond speechless starving artistGoin on from nine to fiveCoflow shit, mr. len..
