Текст песни Company Flow f Brewin, J-Treds - Funcrusher Plus
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[Brewin]Check, check itFuckin with a nigga like myself your lyrics failLaVerne`s gear shows your record so unless the hoe`s buttnakedyouse a loser, decrepit, shoulda kept it to your lonesomeBut you like, `Look everybody, I`m a silly microphone crumb`You oughta turn to me, I flaunt essential vocallyFirst team all university while your squad is benchin locallyDon`t mention joke to me, aiyyo dem niggaz ain`t atomicAin`t the comic niggaz gutsy, after the disembowelinDon`t fuck around, I eat out with your shorty with the crewand she be late for head, she want a tape and dreadsand thought of you, a little stingerMy shit`ll bring the epitome of bitterly jealousForever living crazy minded trying to tell ushow you do it on the power-U, it`s simple shit`ll get propsDon`t let me bring it God I swing it hard like little kid bopsSo front I keep the tone vexin, but to the headsstay pleasant to the ears just think of Lauryn Hill on phone sexin[J-Treds]Relentless poetic rhyme never ceases infinityForever smokin the mic lyric contact I be openNaturally high and no need to pass the DutchieI`m the living circle circle dot dot, nobody can touch meAt my post, the most high exalted, mind blowerWhen I rap it it`s strictly `I can`t believe he just said that shit`Material crews, who can`t think straight soberMy flows over your head, I enjoy the aerial viewFocus from the bird`s eye, in my scenario, of dominanceFilth eatin weaklings, we`re bumRussian/rushin like dirty communistsRaisin, my Iron Curtain revealin my words the gospelNo apples or giant serpents, the enlightened apostleJ-Treds, I lace heads like tennis players top seededNot meanin to cause a racket, or front the menaceMy words speak for themselves, so feel meCause on the mic I`ve got more presencethan attendence in a class of schizophrenics, hear hearDrink to that pick up raps, intoxicatingGot your craving my living proof, mixture of speech and wineTo` up from just the flow but pass the liquor it`s overHenny dead even when twisted I get open like Venetian blinds Company Flow, the fire in which you burn slow I remain Indelible J-Treds, Juggaknotz, to touch the flame you ought not I remain Indelible[El-P]Check check check check check checkI the Don Digital, slash, piranha morphAlongside poor terrible surgeons, who blur comic perspectivesand wonder how to get bent, that flaming Malatov shitUnstoppable object hits unmovable wall and space splitThis rogue cherub got his own twisted agenda, catch thatWalkin on flatlines, you witness me grow WAY beyond corporate controlLet them eat cake, cause I introduce myself as a mistakeSlipped through the quills with a serrated barb stabbed, sharp in the gutNow we can all become Lord of the Flieswhen this industry sees it`s demiseHold it up and try to destruct you get zapped with dead eyesThe five factions giganti the fuck up and get touchedThe group hugs you received from your support groupcan`t protect you from the bumrushI`m known to slip arsenic mickies in Talk Soup then reformWith an unprecedented fierceness, display these powers of StormI wasn`t born in a manger but I still received three giftsAlphabetically listed they`re Big Juss, Mr. Len, and ISee the field creatures scurry, I the killer, cautionTry to merk off of the pile but you choked on my motherfuckin portionSpade within my excrement bitch parodyYour insanity is my clarity, not to mention conventionis a great war weapon, disguised under the guise of institutionalismbut still prison, the bad batch of jismWho stands, who falls, this is the one the DJ calls lick the ass crackOn the wack I keep tabs like Timothy Leary and/or ASCAPThe iron lung is non rustable, you`re overratedAs in smoking dust or sonic contracts that haven`t been thoroughly debatedGot my name up in your mouth like cock or gingivitiswhen every rhyme becomes the official new blueprint for wannabe writersCatch a smack to the face on principleEven when I say nothing it`s a beautiful use of negative spaceIndelibles is invincible, El-P don`t forget the fuckin nameCome on Columbo I know you figured this shit out, nobody sounds the same[Bigg Jus]It gives me great pleasure when true elements get togetherand lace the track rough enough to withstand, any type of weatherIf you want it I got it, chemically hemming up the seamswith a poly-epoxy type of a mixture that be, fatal if you sniff itThese, stupid ones pop the microdotsthen lean into the sound`s religion, watch these styles straight box you upComing with clean concise thoughts, penetrating patternsNot beyond your comprehension but ejected wide beyond the barrelYo, catch the rarest glimpses of the planet once known as Earththat gravitated, before inner violence heated it up, then it burnt