Company Flow - Simple Lyrics
* send corrections to this typistI'm wild with a dosagecharacter closely cut from a fabric that's ferociouswith a misanthropes motive and a quote that drips from a slit throatlivid and sickly corroded, ***** it I'm precociousfirst fraud to get soaked equals the joke that stands closesttear the thugs up with clubs before the toast leaves their holsterspurvey the unconveyed for the age of the no hopersand never shut the ***** up till we have a sense of closuredissonant key, shines blind while I'm landingwell I've lost friends to death and simple misunderstandingsevery breath is a zone, isolated and accident prone, christ...maybe I'm designed to live alone'99 will be remembered as the time that shit cluttered my domeso in 2000 when you talk to me (blah blah blah)just watch your *****ing tonesome people think they know me 'cause they play me in their homeand lose perspective on the rules of engagementget smacked to the pavementif the tune bruise hard, that's my whole job fufillmentso before your suck box squawks that smart thought...try to killor space ghost might spit on you, we're tight like that...teammatesbeen through too much shit to turn away now, no debateI'm wild with a dosage, maybe something similarto the substances that threw some of my best friends out of focuswho holds the vein contains poppy juice, notice the same strainsthat take away our pain might croak us88, eighth grade, weighs in with a grinsmoking bones in tompkins park where all the crack heads livedit was me and my friend jon and a bag without skinsso we emptied out a cigarette and stuffed that shit inway before The paincave made itself known, that's what we didlike running around downtown brooklyn getting chased by the big kidsnow as a man I don't run much, still have the same clickthat very few people I meet in this world can measure up withsimple words can do work versus complexidus bidsplus a rhyme style without emotion isn't telling me shitthis portion of the broadcast is adjourned with a dark tintnow I've got razor blades in my throat and I don't mind it one bitfrom the women I've loved down to the clubs that I've rippedI dedicate my strange ways from in this maze that I sityes, ladies and gentlemen, can you escape from...drum roll please....The paincaveThe paincaveThe paincaveThe paincaveThe paincaveThe paincaveThe paincaveThe paincave
