You know who I am?
*Mr. Len cuts KRS-One saying 'Live and direct'*
[Verse 1: El-P]
OK, ease back before I make position to squeeze
The head burner cookin', emanate thought and grab my phallus
Please, I pump kinetic with unintentional malice
Wanna battle one of us is endin' up in God's palace
Doubt my shit's official, the megaton missile
Bio-computer virus with flesh eating potential
(I'm convinced) future MC's are sending robots back in time
As we speak to kill my mother before I'm born, be warned
You catch a high place cinchin', lucky you just the engine
On a vision quest but my breath is on
Bad intentions to hurt the lyrical P, at my inventions
CoFlow providing DJ's with turntable weapons
Snatch that, Disco Daddy, father pops grand shh
Eliminate pretense, turn rocks to sand
You're rockin' low budget Doctor Who special effects
And that's half-baked, you never get a buck when you act
E-L dash, P is servin' ----- we smash
Be a bootleg, and buildin' up a fat nest egg
I say fuck you, it's easy, say it again FUCK YOU
Love love to rock bottom beats for the flicks
To hibernate and syncopate but I'm still in the mix
One of the many young pollution breathers knockin' out sequence
Life's a L-O-T-T-O, carry a switch for self-defense
Rappers try to front, but when I rhyme, where that beef went?
If I'm just a reflection then I'm takin' over mirrors
Warlock to mack cornum status, maybe that's clearer
*Mr. Len cuts KRS-One saying 'Live and direct'*
[Interlude]
See what I'm saying? See what I'm saying?
It's just the chorus, it's just the chorus
It's still definitive, CoFlow shit, and that's it
[Verse 2: El-P]
I rock prisms in different downtowns
Tainted blood donor, bustin' melodies surround sound
Left-wing extremist, hip-hop militia
Bitches suck the penis competition call me Mister
When I Collude, with Mr. Len it's brainfood, strictly
Never again I let a record label trap me
Try to clap me, with paperwork that leaves me empty
Gas me to diss me, I swear to God you'd have to kill me
Turpentine FDA approved tactics
Styles invade for thin skinned rappers I bust scholastics
Sixteen-oh-four mackie plus
Leave you in the dust, bustin' them try move with Jus
Ninety degrees is CoFlow, runnin' interference
MC's they bite my shit, but I don't give em sample clearance
Hell, I put my shit out even if I have to sell
Like a bucket of herbs before a pressin', impressive
But somewhat excessive, sexually suggestive
I can suck a cookie out a pussy no question
Back off me, deadly like cigarettes and black coffee
Long as I got lungs and a knot you can't stop me
*Mr. Len scratches again*
[Interlude]
It's still definitive
CoFlow shit
KnowhatI'msayin, check it out, check it out
[Verse 3: El-P]
MC's is like livin' in breakbeat hell
You try to knock me off the ladder kid the fatter I swell
It don't matter turnin' liquid into wine by design
Not sayin' that I'm Je-sus, the holy one, with a halo
Just an urbanite riding the train till I hit pay-dirt
Smoke bones that's in a CoFlow tracks and like max
That's my flavor; experimental behavioral scientist
Got props from Brooklyn Hasidic Jews to Queens Zionists
The Manhattan/New Jerusalem type connection
Walkin' erection, fiendin' out for female affection
My style is "War and Peace" - your shit is just the Cliff Notes
Emanate blaze chronic, MC's pneumonic
You're buggin' now fuck that, radio wack reconvene
I sign for my condition, Company Flow vaccine
Indelible MC's, choice top status
Krazy Kings, from juvenile techniques to manhood
I make my own grain and go against it
Pissin' on authority, dropped out of school, before seniority
To do this hip-hop shit, but resonate classic
Pops wasn't around so I'm a secondhand bastard
Hypothesis simple, the Earth is my pimple
Pocket the extra cash then CoFlow multiplying like triples
It's senseless, leaving rappers elderly and defenseless
Going into details is worthless, fuck it
I got your surplus, as long as there'll be peons on the surface
I claim my outpost and boast, cause I deserve to
Swerve to, miss the link, colder than a fetus on a hockey rink
You think not what? Best to heed
Now and forever givin' up a little somethin' at the weed spot
Bigg Jus what's the verdict on this beat (that shit is mad hot)
Give a whistle if you hear this, can't best me
Try to keep my lyrics short and fat like Joe Pesci
God bless me
[Outro: El-P]
Know what I'm saying, till infinity
Still working out the bugs
It's gonna be on though
MC's can't fuck with me, CoFlow shit
Forgot to tell you that
Mr. Len, Bigg Jus, BMS, and then you have me, Elijah
The one and only diamond speechless starving artist
Takin' over, nine to five
CoFlow shit, Mr. Len..