Текст песни Company Flow - Definitive
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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 God`s palaceDoubt my shit`s Official, the Megatron missileBio-computer virus with flesh eating potential(I`m convinced) future MC`s are sending robots back in timeas we speak to kill my mother before I`m 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 DJ`s with turntable weaponsSnatch that, Disco Daddy, father pops grand shhEliminate pretense, turn rocks to sandYou`re rockin low budget Doctor Who special effectsand that`s 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 fuck you, it`s easy, say it again FUCK YOULove love to rock bottom beats for the flicksTo hibernate and syncopate but I`m still in the mixOne of the many young policin breathers knockin out sequenceLife`s a L-O-T-T-O, carry a switch for self-defenseRappers 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 chorusIt`s till infinity, CoFlow shit, and that`s itI rock prisms in different downtownsTainted blood donor, bustin melodies around soundLeft-wing extremist, hip-hop militiaBitches suck the penis competition call me Misterwhen I Collude, with Mr. Len it`s 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 you`d 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 interferenceMC`s they bite my shit, but I don`t give em sample clearanceHell, I put my shit out even if I have to selllike a bucket of herbs before a pressin, impressivebut somewhat excessive, sexually suggestiveI can suck a cookie out of pussy, no questionBack off, deadly like cigarettes and black coffeeLong as I got lungs and a knot you can`t stop me *Mr. Len scratches again*It`s till infinityCoFlow shitKnowhatI`msayin, check it out, check it outMC`s is like livin in breakbeat hellYou try to knock me off the ladder kid the fatter I swellIt don`t matter turnin liquid into wine by designNot sayin I`m Je-sus, the holy buck, with a haloJust an urbanite riding the train till I hit paydirtSmoke bones that`s in a CoFlow tracks and like maxthat`s my flavor; experimental behavioral sciencesGot props from Brooklyn Hasidic Jews to Queens ZionistsThe Manhattan/New Jersualem type connectionMork in erection, fiendin out for female affectionMy style is "War and Peace" - your shit is just the Cliff NotesEminent plays chronic, MC`s pneumonicYou`re buggin now fuck that, radio wack reconveneI sign for my condition, Company Flow vaccineIndelible MC`s, 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 wasn`t around so I`m a secondhand bastardHypothesis simple, the earth is my pimplePocket the extra cash then CoFlow multplying like tripletsIt`s senseless, leaving rapeprs elderly and defenselessGoing into details is worthless, fuck itI got your surplus, as long as there`ll 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 notNow and forever givin up a little somethin at the weed spotBigg Jus what`s the verdict on this beat (that shit is mad hot)Give a whistle if you hear this, can`t best meTry to keep my lyrics short and fat like Joe PesciGod bless me *Mr. Len*Know what I`m saying, till infinityStill working out the bugsIt`s gonna be on thoughMC`s can`t fuck 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..