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1. _ Patriotism
[el-producto]
Do you know who you are..
Do you know who you are fucking with?
Do you know, the access, to weapons, money and power
That we have? we will fucking kill you!
I'm the ugliest version of passed down toxic capitalist
Rapid emcee perversion -- i'm america!
Your bleeding-heart liberal drivel gets squashed
Wash em with sterilized rhyme patriot-guided weaponry bomb
From the makers of the devious hearts -- i'm america!
You bitchy little dogs don't even phase my basic policy
The bomb's smarter, my ronald reagan's crush carter
With bay of pig tactics makin young men into martyrs
(come on down!) come to my happy promised land
Smiley faced opportunity cypher
And jump on the coflow pension plan
A proletariat, crushing state of the union
Between serpentine words and mass confusion
Of media controlled blurb advertising disillusionment
Your family will love my low-rent, low-life
No-brain, reality-dagger, movement
Hop over the border for amusement; try to test the waters
That the other slaughter crews pay all the usance
You up against -- jesus freak, formin corporations in young republicans
Indelible nato force hidden agenda, puppet governments
I'm lovin it! keep the people guessin who i'm runnin with
Control the population and hide behind sacred covenants
Fuckin with me?!?! means liberal wildlife burnin, gasoline seized
And an automagnetic third world printed with metal plates in they knees
Can't you hear the disenchanted, hide the scream of
Gabriel's reflected new wind instrument, a judgment played in flat c
I replace humans like robots in a gm factory (warning! warning!)
Then explore metaphors to sweat shops, cause the price is satisfactory
Your pious little cries of injustice get met with apathy (awww, shucks!)
Soak, cloak, hormone injected dairy product
And conservative right-wing anti-eroticism; the poisonous
Resevoirs and power lines in your neighborhood cause botchilism
Senseless! join the census, censorship sentences sentence
Triple-felon citizen paid pennance!
Dissension against c-f ends in, penetentiary residence
Lock em up first, then ask questions
Omniscient presence, my charm is the weapon
With cameras mics and satellites that leave privacy breathless
You don't even know the chemicals you've ingested
Urine tested -- beat innocent man til he confesses
"who's america? who's america? who's america? who's america?"
"who's america? who's america? who's america? who's america?"
[el-p] i'm america! i'm america! i'm america! mr. len, get busy on em!
* dj mr. len the space ghost cuts up "god damn!!" *
[el-producto]
I'm america arrogant!! terminus verbal curfew murders
You either purchase my products or you're worthless, that's my service!
Don't look into the oculars of a daylight saver
Erase your city head and momument defacer comprising of
Patriot droids, sent into the void with lead linings
Employed by the bureaucrats of automatic twisted rhyme timing
You're guaranteed nothing but my fat little finger
That lingers one inch off of the big button -- let's start this!
I'm saran gas, hide in your apartments
I'm stealth like a robot hidden in the fat asshole of cartman
And give a crippling fuck like sand sharkskin condom
To your apparent vaginal problem - the hottest shit on soundbombing
I'm american til infinite justice measure to pesticide cemetary
Invite you to cross the border then shit on your divinities
What language is that? i'm angusih in fact, tangle with a
Star-spangled standard issue gat for crowd management
Talk loud and get enshrouded in a hot cloud of harassment
By the crowd force of my mental pedestrian checker,
That smashes subordinate skulls and update the file in your dental records
You tryin to get a light but yet the crowd is my paid hecklers (boo! boo!)
You just stepped into the spectrum of paranoid word rainbows
Thinkin you sick with a sihlouette, burn transit cop out his plain clothes
I'm america!! this is where the pain grows like poppies
In a field of dreams i paid for, i'll burn it down if operated sloppily
Copy? my economic sanction rhyme style got your syllables
Scraping for rice and riding in a pre-1960 jalopy
My favorite flavour of gas is mustard
I'm fuckin a blind hermaphrodite icon and convincin you that it's justice!
"who's america? who's america? who's america? who's america?"
* dj mr. len the space ghost cuts up "god damn!!" *
[el-producto]
Treason will not be tolerated!
You have been enlisted.. into a lifestyle that you may not change!
Understand! you can't be happy.. and smile.. for the cameras!
Motherfucker!
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2. _ Offspring
[del] aiyyo whattup el-p?
[el] yo whattup del-phonic?
[del] nuthin man; i was on the bus the other day man
Tryin to listen to my walkman
This motherfucker all in my face
Tryin to holla at me and shit
I'm like, "man - dude you just a offspring"
[del]
I'm very interplanetary and vary with various experiments
Gregarious with verbals for your merriment
What el-p tell me to use, the beat di-ffuse
You lose and get played like a mood
I'm rude revolting leave you molting
No thing - compares to my compadres
We'll take it to broadway
It's beautiful the execution flawless
You all wet, soggy groggy when you saw me
But i never tire whenever i adjust my thrust
Females blush i bring the california gold rush
Your flow sucks, your stamina can't endure
I manicure your lavender amatuer landed words
You haven't heard? cannabis analyst
Add a twist to my manuscripts
I'l have you sent to the showers
Me and el-p, is superpowers like the us and ussr
Blow you like the deathstar
Leave your chest scarred like sagat
My plot proliferates, hits you like barbituates
In a twist of fate and splits your face
It's the great deltron-z, soundbombing
Run to mommy, i'm airin out your dirty laundry
I'm shooting then executing you're aiming from mainstream
Your brain tingles, strangles your lame jingles
Bingo i bring flows that attack like wild dingoes
Can't be pigeonholed, anything goes gringo
[el-producto]
Here we go - up jumps the outcast, sever the connection
My mostly overconfident acquaintances pull numbers
To the anti-potients and fear that i drip sick in
And rise out of my shell to teach sick or bedridden emcees
Til they fear living
Blockin the cocks that bust shots, spittin smitten bitches
Til the day of the locust, kitchen cutlery cuts
Dmx 16 crossfade with a strange lust
Dr. strangelove, born in the back of the train, fameless shame
Shared with acne pick brain pit
Tried to capture the moment of subtle death
Destro magnet spit - action fit into capsules
Slipped in the dirty waterway speaker cabinets
Maximum b-boy axiom stabbin shit
Intellectual women find that my rhyme style relaxes them
And wonder if i fuck to the same rhyme style pattern
It's autobahn pipe bomb glass fragment shatter
To break new jacks at after parties for actin actual
Factor x into your formula for fresh thoughts
With a megalon wingspan that bulge from the back of the text radical
Radio time tracks flatten your flattery
The tradition excuse used by biters; ambiguously homo
Knotted tights and colored underwear
That's wrapped around the brittle legs of
Things without weapons - i'm grief diseased brethren
Swim in a sea of shit and malt liquor, feed on excedrin
Radiate through tenements; emcees bleed estrogen!
Chorus: del and el-p
Watch insanity increase
Break it up piece by piece
Never weak in the least
Think you better see a priest
(mortality, don't battle me, it's costly
We the raw breed all of y'all is just the offspring)
[el] yo del kick that shit again
[del]
Tomahawking your tom-tom club
You tried to holler at me at my show, lookin like you on drugs
You love the del i'll thug you, bumpin juvenile
Thinkin you in style, packin like you movin now
I move top speed, scott free with cock-d
Knock-kneed delivery that scorches you like lockheed
Dr. decibel, my deliverance is questionable
But as far as this session goes i'm wreckin skulls
Better check your pulse, we visionaries with this
Scarin the shit outta record labels next to fatal
Right beside homocide bonafied bewilderment
Militant diligence like i'm buildin pyramids
Peel your cap reveal your lack of flavor
Track your pager plus your celly
Piss on your pele pele, catch you comin out of belly
Dumbin out daily, tell me, what was your rationale
Think of matchin del i disconect your pactell
My mobile code words, showboat with no hope
For any rhyme you kick or any beat you load up
Leave you catatonic off a bag of chronic, skanless with anthems
Stomp your little cadence out at random
[el-producto]
Ran-random, ran-random
El and del-aphonic known to go off on a tantrum
Now you know..
For the backpackers, for the computer hackers
For the misplaced famous, for all the video gamers
For the derranged krylon stain makers
For the ungry hungry ass verbal brain rapists
That new york to the bay shit!
"go off, go off!"
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3. _ Weight
[queen heroin]
Asides from gettin in you, the words will stain you
Permanent like ink in epidermis, from tattoo artists
To scar this, thought of partnership you may have fought
For this position and status, this entrepeneurship
Matter of fact, madness i planned this like serial killers are banished
Flows aquatic like fishes' surroundings, underground and
It's pounding, like pregnancies, with the expectancy
Of three times three, use my mental nine to climb
Like gladiator on wall, on call like physicians
To deliver my labor you savor the flavor like punisher to the cure
A parent's birth picture, evade mixture of offspring
Ring ring the alarm, cause i set strong cases of fire
From my wire connections and disconnections
To settin sparks cause then i'm wettin, microphone checkin
Disrespectin amateurs plus they mentors don't be a sore sport
If it's meant yours, just pretend i liked yours
[j-treds]
I can be a bit demanding, acceptin, nothing less than the best
I don't just flip shit anyone can kid, i stick the landing
And stand out, amongst most so don't stress
Trying to touch us, you can't come close like phone sex
I stay ahead of the pack, if you fuckin with treds
Know that i cover the spread so always bet on black
I'll give you your money's worth, serve up somethin delicious
While, most of these rappers be makin my tummy hurt
Got me upset, sick of these crabs who can't kick it
All addicted to rhyming, i'ma stick them in rehab
Get em cleaned up you know, show em the light that they're
All bark and no bite, like a tree trunk
We slash and burn em, indelibles, the fire in which
Suckers are finished, may they flow, rest in pieces
Cause we're dominating, so while they're busy happy
Just to be nominated son, we give acceptance speeches
Takin the crown, front doors, breaking em down
We some bad motherfuckers, that's what many said
They also said, your time will come, it's time to take it cause
We just couldn't stand the wait like jenny craig
[bigg jus]
Now that's my man the scripture puzzler, bringin a pain device disguiser
For infinite wisdom seeker knowledge of life rhyme provider
?on dudes that just strip time codes down for my feet?
To master one-twenty-four bits at ninety-six khz
While you just now trying to get up on dungeon d&d
Thinking indelibles will crash and burn you must be lazy and obscene
We fire sequential flyers, my verse ?provides wrecks in concert d?
Slingin em 40 bottles frozen from rooftops and projects
Beware watch below for falling objects, rupturing your optical
Two one-hundred watt mono blocks is optional
To try to match wits with the diamondback unstoppable
Background poseurs fiend for limelight exposure
When we rally back touch the microphone playtime is over
Who's trying to see the cf graf crew that visualize
Top to bottom, and stand out in new york like an l.a. gang tag do
Master of mathematical empirical principal
Metallic medicinal, mixed with herbs, science and mineral
Yo crews start to walk, when we crack the five series hood
Disengage the ?passive, rip open an issue casing?
Trying to sidestep backwards when it's this rhymer that you facing
[brewin]
Aiyyo, the bullseye pulls my leg and beggin for mercy
My verse be the don king-in, come out swinging
I'll to kill it, apply my skill shit and the floor's coming
Who ain't feelin my joint, so what that mean your jaw's numbing?
Chill let me stop, gotta get my joint dislodged
And retire armies of niggas, with my dishonorable discharge
And get real, pulling from deep and you gots to play up?
You talk about, "respect mines," steady missin your layups
Hoes to foes, i start staring, wild truculant
Heart tearing style, fuck you then, order your demise
I'm well stocked, shell shocked, describin the bombs alarms
Incoming, when drum and vocal localize
For niggaz talkin bout lucci, must be modeling susan
Erika kane bitch like, reputation for losing
Listen do you hear voices saying, "damn that's a sucker"
Paranoid, looking like fuzzy zoeller at the rukas
[el-p]
Hey yo my nihilist, stylus, cuts matter the finest
The prime of the sequence hides my vicious defense assignment
Your cacophonic visuals bond strictly to bitch tissue fissure
Yeah, the burn from what i'm worth operation
I hate, let's exterminate bandwidths and communicate physically
Bezerk non happers will sleep on third rails for their cemetary
Enlist as, from small pox to syphillis, all stars
Shit on punchlines insidious kid, that you barf off
Only buck fifty you ever handed out was with a metro card
I can fit the sum of your tom thumb concepts in a thimble
Simple bitches, doctor death lacing barbed wire stitches
A herd of mad cows bust through brick walls like jumanji
Sixty-five upsetter, malicious sickness scatalogics
Prophets turned skeptics, skeptics found jesus
Right-wingers turned leftist, everybody jumped on the dick of independence
Sorry we don't want you anymore get lost kid find an exit
Bugged, isn't it? huh, live you fuckin suckers
I woulda been a witness to collapse your fame squadron
Pardon me, still a fan trying to understand how to be a master
For our peoples who i see dilated turn your fuckin grill to alabaster
Indelibles...
(len scratches up various excerpts from "fire in which you burn")
Company flow... j-treds
J-j-j-juggaknots
Company flow... j-treds
J-j-j-juggaknots
Company flow... co-co-company flow
J-j-j-j-j-j-j-j-treds
J-j-j-j-j-treds
Jugga-jugga-juggaknots
Jugga-jugga-juggaknots
Com-pany-flow
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4. _ Protective Custody
{dante of (mood)}
Yo, move recite chapters
Rappers write scripts for actors
Don't rap about the facts, till they attack the catch
Handcuff the shackel, stand up get tackled
The featers of your leaders heaters on their adam's apple
Keep quiet, be silent the sphere no weak vibe
We defy, a new in it root, for street wise
Got to stop it, and taxes for guns, wars and wackers
Puttin prophet's in their pockets
And lock it till i promise
{dante & main flow (of mood)}
Mf: they stoled knots, hold spots, trapped in the road block
Dt: we globetrot, we roll pop, running from old cops
Mf: the whole shots, cold plots, babylon's gold pot
Dt: loan glocks, cold shots, set off like we sold rocks
{main flow (of mood)}
We dealing with narcs and cases
Deaths over parking spaces
Evil hearts are races, or higher dark places
Brutality on mark faces, car chases
Incarceration, unite so we can spark the nation
{nine}
You got the right to remain silent and at the same time
You got the right to remain violent and aim nines
They got no love for, just slugs for you
Who want it? i fight back like a rat when he cornered
Catch me at the light, windows tinted, 35 percent
Breakin ya neck, to see who's in it
What is my intent? trying to live, without the nonsense
You dying to give
{tiye phoenix}
Yo yo, the spokesqueen, number one tiye phonenix
The black venus demalo
Dopper then tae bo, every man, woman and child know
We unified force against the shooters of diallo
And now there sure to lose like luther at the apollo
For amistad to amadou, attacked in these streets
The term cop really stands for cappin our peeps
They shot a 40 round, are brother got slaughtered down
We push thru the border now, jahad hold it born down
{brezzly brewn' (of the juggaknots)}
You wanna be a fuckin accident, the beast was barkin
You wanna know how many accidents to rob a new yorker?
And the possible attrocity,
Millimeters from the kids set the glock
With a ferocity, seemin as it's inbread
While i stated innocent, but stressing it
You sure that it was decolit,
It could of been an isolated incident
Nothing was found, no hard feelings i fight bad guys
Strutting around like keith christ huttin the site
Airtime
{talib kweli}
This goes out to mc's who used to rock in washington square park
Now guiliani got it locked after dark, so he mastered the art
Of livin the death, shadow is a, nuff of a battle
To dodge the police,
And have to rise above the trap of the barrel
My people spill blood in the streets
I'm never running from beast
Can i get a response from all the revolutionaries in this piece?
(yeah!!)
What up, cuz of the way we think they want to incarcerate us
They think time will break us, but time won't break us
{punchline}
I rock a vest even when i take shots to the balls
The type that write the word police on a unmarked car
I resent you, gettin off easy if they suspend you
I end you, hope they use your own gun against you
It's all mental, my man died in the streets
I'm pouring out liquor, until there's nuthin to drink
That's how many cats died, slaid by the beast
That night, 5-0 held caught in the streets
*scratching by el p & mr. len of company flow*
{el-p}
Petrofied little venomist, school yard outcasts
From disfunctional world of redneck garbage
Community bitch out, seekin power over
Confiscate from miniscule shit court
And repress sexual activity style,
Need of location when standing
Spliff of the semi-retarted, or pro defensive
Spontaneous violence and compasive lying
Package dukes that has a lunchbox with a glock
And ku klux decoder ring
Who sing kumbaya to the tune of a man dying
{jah-born (of medina green)}
Y'all seen the front page? another black man slayed
By the beast hit with a rain, or 4 glocks got sprayed
Hey giuliani, was 41 shots necessary?
Now my people's got to worry, bout the cops that be killin me
Justice? all i see is just us
Gettin knocked locked and bust, without a word discussed
Nypd, should be nypig
I don't deal with the swine, don't want swine dealin with me
{what?what?}
These shot happy motherfuckers legally ready to blaze
With raised triggas and cocked back with plans to fake figgas
Who black and innocent, fuck it let's get militant
Run up in the precint, strapped with gats
With full clips loaded, aimed at there heads
Stay in the feds, double 20 plus one round to blood red
Revenge, we must return to avenge my brother, we coming
The first sister holdin the lead
{john forte}
El capitano keep my guns high
I run from new york cuz i'm alumni
The fact i'm in it, half street, half academic
I memorize my stash number, the flash number
Ya pig stinch, plus your badge number
Ya precinct, and the irish lad you served under
I'm probaly grinding drugs, come from hittin the kitchen
A black man in a pretty car will fit the description
You gettin informed quick
You racist fuck, i was born in it
{mr. khaliyl}
I seen it happen before, and it could happen again
You on a block mine on your own and then you let by your friends
Cuz they ain't down to scrap, just wanna ride in your benz
But when the cops is on the beat, that's when the party begins
Like a karate picture, the way the mop the floor with ya
All caught up in the heat, not a doctor can stitch you
Nobody movin with you, cuz you really ain't bout it
Now there's fear in your heart, and there's blood in your mouth
It's like something we never seen before
It's almost like we dreamed it all
Live or die, either or, my blood is what they fiending for
My people's screamin for the justice we deserve
Set 41 back, we leaving 22 in the curb
*more scratching*
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5. _ Linda Trip
* this song appeared on hiphopjoints.com as a response
To anticon rapper sole but hasn't officially been released
El-p: "straight up if it wasn't for cats like me
For real and i am not bullshittin
If it wasn't for cats like me you wouldn't be in the rec
In the door and i know that's true now knowwhatmsayin?
Because now you're really in some of it"
Sole: "where's len? i told len that fuckin; i sai {slight pause}
Quote, that i said, i love company flow
I don't wanna be against you guys i-i-i quote
Quote, unquote i said, i wanna be down - you know;
Like i said i don't want beef with you guys
Youknowiamlikedude; like fuckin
This whole shit is bananas, y'know"
El-p: "like you're gonna make it by dissing me
You know the record that got coflow scared, knowwhatmsayin??
It's like do i sound scared??"
Sole: "no i don't think you sound very scared"
Some cats know us but this one don't
I oughta pierce this fuckin phallus through your rookie ass throat
Yo duke, don't step to me until you're ripened fruit
I'm loopy from the invitations from funeral glue
Stone poems dissolve combatants via shards through 56k high speed
Still blitzed like relaxed i'll call geisha felatio deeds
Like fertilizer bombs packed in air tower compartment docks
Sticky fuck revolution shot - send all complaints to rupert murdoch
I'll black out in the mug of suburbanites with little stinger's crew
You volunteer for the draft stupid--thats on you!!
On some upper middle class romantic notion
So the mortar scraps'll fly cry gates section 8 escape like klinger do
The demented happy face bruised back for pussycrew packin
Rockin clam diggers with cut knees in hepatitis puddles - no vaccine
Plus 99% are down but you still give respect for
Silently questionin your direction - like amistad passenger section
Gilbert grape against magneto odds;
Ultimate break 5 versus your needle pops;
Davey jones versus goliath;
I'm ed sullivan beatles crowd response
I slowed it down - try to download this gig to formatted floppy disk
While heads bop like epileptics sucking my dick to some off-beat shit
Sole: "i l-l-l-l-l-l-love company flow"
::scratch:: "y-y-you faggot"
This spoiled brat little young saga got a mommy bought my sampler tapes
(sole: "i wanna be down")
Make sure every one sheet snippet tape flyer sticker and t-shirt
Got a representation of my name and face
I rock beats that tina yothers morning sickness without makeup ugly dusty
Fucked up four track dirty ass crack pirate radio readiness
Okay fella; i own my masters, lyrics, merchandise
Mic, turntables, style psychosis pain and penis
Deranged cadence kills syllable uv needles
Makin gangsters in the crowd throw bottles at my people
We dip on life cycles few data crisp since
Custom jeep dapper dan era in 3 fat goose
Swingin discs of tron to disembowel your village elder
Fuckin sick isn't it? bucket my piss while you're at it kiss the dog dick
Try to act monstrous but just a beanie baby after my profit
That don't do much for hip hop - that isn't respect it's cockfondlin
In eighty-nine we called it tip-doggin; but you ain't know that rookie
Don't ever try to front like you know me or my people
By the way vordul did i bite?
Vordul: "yea right!!--thats fantasy lie snake trife"
Sole: "like fuckin - this whole shit is bananas"
You little lying muthafucka you know you kiss my ass
And then you try to ::scratch:: "change up the past"
Who fell into their own hari kari kit when they lied to themselves
Self abuse by selling lies self destructive
I am captain kirk, spock and lieutenant uhura on the away team
You're henson lebowitz - the sacrificial lamb for the episode
You beamed to the wrong planet this time
Wth a hot pink phaser and one line
Before getting morphed to faggot dust for not knowing our status
Automatic and absolutely the poisonous shit-licking one cyber reject
New england rich boy soon to catch a bay area eject
Marionette pussy non-veteran
I got more friends than you where you live
(menopause/ men all pause) when i stop that flow of estrogen
You wanna be on the cutting edge--sliced up
Emotions knifed--life sucks
Feeling dejected when frustration is misdirected in official election
Conjections on top of blaming misinformation textures
So inane--i cause colon blow pain
You have an obsession respect it
From now on you're immortalized playin yourself on my record
Congratu-fuckin-lations; isn't that what you wanted-- idiot!!
There's more than a little difference between yours and mines existence
This is my ride; and your not commadering it
The only thing advanced about your music
Is that you need a computer to hear it
This year your independent,
Last year you was on some keep it real shit, right?
The last year before that you discovered hip-hop
And you immediately became an internet genius
Fecetious pseudo-intellectualism can't contest wisdom
I feel like selena; the president of my fan club trying to kill me
And you'se a bad ass?
Let's take a linda trip file since you wanted to play the game filthy
Bad enough that you lied about me; front like this isn't your voice
I'll be force to release the microcassette in it's entirety
Sole: "i mean, fuckin len knows, i mean.. y'know i like your shit
You know it's not really like that y'know"
El-p: "i don't know that you like my shit
I haven't even heard your record
I have no idea what you think about me"
Sole: "i-i-i-i-i love company flow--i love company flow
I don't wanna be against you guys--i don't wanna be against you guys
I wanna be down--i-i-i-i-i wanna be down--i-i-i-i-i wanna be down
:: "i love company flow" -- sole's voice stretched and echoed
So it sounds like he's sputtering and stuttering:::
This is one of those precious moments of ferocious paybacks
Closest to the perfect scenario you made a move but it backfired
Magnified by the fact that you tried to project a persona
Of confrontation by subverting a crew who in fact you idolized
Next time your delusions of groupie lust and battle fame
Isolated website hip-hop coast tiger beat subscription addiction
Malignancy career impotency lies high school gossip power move
Will simply get you beat the fuck up, liar!!
Spell my god damn name right next time pussy
Feel the beauty of futulity served with arsenic cookies
And old lace, you tried to save facial; yo fuck that i fold space
You musta thought you was canibus trying to eat my ass
How does the hole taste timmy?
You don't even deserve this moment--do you?
You haven't paid enough dues to get a battle--pupil!!
Run along and do your little interviews with your fantasy life distortion
Next time you reveal your true self make sure that no one records it
You stupid!!
Sole: "to be totally honest with you--i think your being cool, y'know
Like; i mean, taking in consideration everything--y'know"
El-p: "yaknahmsayin my plan was especially to ignore you, but like,
Now it's gettin very difficult to do that because you're makin too..
You're makin too big a deal, out of what you perceive as a diss to you;
When in reality like, i don't think your completely
Positive that your totally correct on this one"
Sole: "uh, i don't feel very correct right now; at this point
That's why i don't really have anything to say because it's like
Well fuck, you know i made i made my el-p diss record already y'know?"
::scratching::::
Damn thats a sucka---faggot----
Get played, out of position
---true feelings---
M-m-murder a rookie----
Suck the dick kid and eat the dick cookie----
E-e-e-at the dick cookie
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6. _ Looking Over A City
Is there anyone close.. by.. who can listen to this?
And who can see it.. plain as day
Look how it falls down
Falls down upon everybody!
This is it
[lateef]
Looking, over a city, that's gritty, and rather pretty
A pity, it's hard to find, but inequity, cover
Every itty bitty square diamond of jiggy
They givin ??, up to woodsy
Manipulatin they minds in the alleyways
These dizzy and shitty rats, the sizes of kitty-kats
They cross paths when traffic subsides; somewhere
Some brothers is overstandin on a hot black rooftop
Freestylin for they got damn lives, the spirit, it gets live
And answers the question why god blessed the earth
But, buildings block out the sky, and the children
Are oversexualized, media-wise, brutalized by parents
At the tender age of five, in front of they siblings wide-eyed
Nah not surprised, just the real scene regularly
Up in between the lies, try to put it together get
They pieces of the pie, hope they clever and tough
Make it better before they die, plant the next seeds
Somewhere in the south bronx, or patterson ??
The baddest with sharp chomp, to splatter when mouths-off
Retali' and swear he could damage em dunn
But that will shatter his mom's faith
In the art that she burns, herbs and candles of perm'
It's hard to call it see cause times change and the world turn
Some end up slangin dope, some end up strung out
On coke and sherm, some party every night for the rest of they life
And some learn, go corporate all professional rhetoric
With sensational glory, let me tell you all one day
That it is it ain't boring, and so hard to ignore it
Cause any day in this fork, that they callin new york
Based on nothin but currents, you can find yourself a failure
Or a success story
On the subway, at three in the mornin, huh
Or on the corner, or up on a rooftop yawnin
Meditatin upon it, lookin over a city that's gritty
And rather pretty, a pity
It's hard to find but inequity covers every itty bitty
Square diamond, the engine, of america, inchin
Toward hysteria, pimpin, every fate
[el-p]
My friends are the faces you sit on, lickin a profit popsic'
Where food is just a necessity between sitcom watchin
Soak up quick image instead of black marks on papyrus
Fabric logic, where true to dirt perps go incogninant
Think of soup nazi, empatzi project hard copy
Books will suffer farenheits, quality of life flesh sliced
Omega daylight quota, pop luck lottery info
Gigapet rapist, internet pedophile disco
Sensationalist function of truth, dirty ass fetish
Glass bubble lo-cal profile, the year's fiscal
Workin family, social jowe, boot camp
Rehab group home kid, idolized cartoon missile
Mostly, lonely, plant life
Cement arena scream when you don't listen closely
Switchblade amaze young gun brooklyn blood transplant
Immature menendez fashion
Crystal method lover, buy the bottle, jungle captive
Where mc's got little cocks on teeth with fillings out like magnets
Caught up in the dragnet, tri-felon
Shoula packed a plastic handheld lead shark repellant
I sense the tension building, since canvas killing
K-9's roam trained our district
Culture murder politic sadistic
Policy ?? backtrack, caught up in a tune from rockin fat cap
I told him it was art but just got laughed at
Burner liquid concoction on hot celsius
And kelpachlorics for the fatal facial, spray deface you
Sooner than never, most lawless progress together
Fuck the bullshit, i react to acid flux product definitive junk
Brain rape train bottle burners or books, fuck that!
[lyrics born]
Imagine this, angeles, or san francisco
And everybody sandwiched in, can't stop here and ambulences
Don't nobody ass-kiss, ain't practical bein passive
In the city you ask so much ass and mo' asses
It's a batch of latin girl, actin rappin off the spanish
English quest, can't understand, as the languages clash
And every ad is vandalism, the trash gets aneurysms
It's delegates and panelists all representin they nationalism
And the battle inches on, every section seperated
By eth-nic features decorated veterans deliverin
Les-sons to the younger people stoops that double as bleachers
And i'm part, of an elite fleet, of mc's, and truthspeakers
I import, concrete beats, that just speak, when my moods flavor
My peers i beg forgiveness, i just don't buy twelve inches
Too many independents, they share the same resemblence
Too hard to make decisions, i built up a resistance
Like i'm fightin off a sickness plus they just don't hold my interest
But, missionin out, to the indigineous birthplace
The first day, i inched below the sur-face
And found, inspiration, in surplus, in my, in-terpretation
Of disturbed crazy world, of love, dope shit, attemptin contemplation on
Uniquely woven and continously flowin intricately sewn into
The fabric of the nation new york city keep on mowin em down baby!
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7. _ End To End Burners
[together]
C.f. digital bust critical
Lighters get burned on a diamond stylus
Four elements control the soundclash
Coflow responds to the crowd's mileage
[bigg jus]
The nitrous illustrator surveyor terrorizer
Hit end to end burners plus multiple insiders
Sublevel providers or simple verbalizer
The most humble student sniper, destroy to amplify
The sentinal who protects the portal dimensional hologram
Cover all chapters of b-boy visuals
Take it back to two a.m. fill in the 3d outline in the park
A year later drug raiders set off black and silver sparks
Somehow it just changed the culture ripped the whole movement apart
From it's origins, begin that gave the four elements its start
What remains, a crew trying to rebuild in vain
To the local squad, trying to bring the fame back to they building
I'm in the finals, three years consecutive for soundkilling
Pooh butt analyzers, the weapon mystifier
Who wanna come test the king benevolent
Who turn the state of the art, into nuttin or irrelevant
Who fuck the world whirlwind myriad of vaporous hybrids, it's known
To seep through these brick walls n shit, close your eyelids
In the field of depth perception
I annihilate kids with no less than texas tittie twisters
Skull nuggies, purple nurples, methamphetamine
Break the land speed record dip out leave a crop circle
Mr. sluggo top-notch competitor behaviour injector invader
Crush competition like a overturned blazer
Our greatest work ever, overthrow the stock exchange with lazers
Escape flying through the number 4 tunnel, too low to be detected by radar
Grand concourse mixer of flavour breast elixir
We screwface competition with ruthie cola mixture
I'm way above, shine on crews like a street lamp fixture
[together]
Super duty tough words, all vision lost rhymin
B-boys hold down the function
Rock steadily for more than just dough
"dance to the rhythm and rhyme of coflow" (repeat 5x)
[big juss]
A hot wire like a third rail is live (repeat 3x)
From here to oblivion, i obliterate
[el producto]
Yo, i cut most meticulous with a similar interest
King of pen and sing to a metronome without an influence
Shot burner off-kilter bust shit at random
Like civil war muskets or add kids throwin tantrums
Out out the damn spot with phantom power rebel bunch
Using the populace like fed fed the meat to public school lunches
Sad to say im the matrix with the code for smallpox rapist
Out of all shots mine are worn from hit 'n' runs, caught 'em mixtapeless
Straight from limbo where the most favourite dish is faces
Marching like dimes or orangemen through belfast
Manimal hybrids be combination, then beatbox
Til the tastebuds on our tongues are smooth and shapeless
Dodging thought police this patient zero the folk hero
Clepto steal the spotlight before b-boys turn complacent
Specialize in neuter services and theft of game systems
The crew detaches expands and credits them towards purchases
Wisdom with a bad touch, incision pain plus
That botched the operation and denied insurance claim from it
Overfiendish, twenty cock to shoot out fuck your mind
Before that morning cup of ovaltine shit
El producto, c.f. born to break shit down and replace it with
Fortified vitamins that you can lick right off the vinyl
Little leaguer, my phonics is on some clearly ironic shit
Like hittin pick six on the day of the apocalypse
Took the hard road to blaze a trail like yeast infection
In urethras, just to match crabs try to bite my style, fail
Diss me on the internet like picket line crossin teamsters
Scabs that's realy down with hip hop only if convenient, kill him!!!
The rhyme sucks
The delivery sucks
This fucking move, terrible, very old
Look at me i'm going to dance for you now, look
"dance to the rhythm and rhyme of coflow" (repeat 4x)
[big juss]
A hot one among the third rail is live (repeat 3x)
From here to oblivion, i obliterate
"dance to the rhythm and rhyme of coflow" (cut and scratched)
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