[Intro: El-P]

You and your whole fuckin canned groove will end tepid

So when I Pearl Harbor don't let me catch you intrepid

I'm tellin you the wishbone been broke in my favor, crumbcake your mistake

Enterprise and see Indelible, the number one feel-bad crew of the season

Just give me one reason to splash

I shall let the flag half mast, take time to wallow

Company Flow the toughest penis sucky sucky

So of course in an attempt to defend you end up unkempt

Plus this Agent get Orange

E-L-P-F-C-F rock for you

[Verse 1: El-P]

First cousin of sleep, red dye number five be the potion

Either sub-terrain with Earthworm Jim or fake like stop-motion

Best to get Acknickulous

Our masks aren't intangible, Automan vers' Manimal

We answer to no one, we 9-1-1

Silent alarm, this is harm, feel the duck alterer

El-P phase through these walls like Vision

Choked in the shallow water, a bad executive decision

Release the Kraken and please put down your skin flutes

How could ya... motherfuckers think ya...

To this versenary sunblock 2000 burner

All of your knowledge is truant

Unlearn all of the shit then in overtime you become fluent

Sell the fucking store

At the opposite end of the spectrum your career’s never no more

Enter the rectum and at twilight we'll skip stones and laugh about your poems

But a blood-red book when the others got funcrushed is a spot

The terror fabulously gets hot, Co Flow mossie

Walt Disney meets Keyser Soze

There will be no grand comebacks unless Lazarus or Kotter

Inflicted bitch styles indicate with stigmata

When locked in a box but you can't say Jack

Trying to paint them fucking red doors black

Like that spilled milk spoiled

While Ted Turner and Bill Gates rub each other Down with olive oils

Company Flow, fuck please

Bitch put away the fucking piteous punchlines

Blu Blockers break under the red light, belittled by my designs

I don't try to be different, I am

So inevitably my style will survive when your now turns to then

El-P, vastly crapaphobic

3-2-1 Contact, never no more that's the promise

You hold toast, well I hold Thomas, golden nooks and crannies

Win my ticket raffled off the recycled thought shopping spree winner

Congratu-fucking-lations, I dropped it now you got it

But it's only a matter of time before Waldo gets spotted

Pulled out of the crowd and martyred, a good old fashioned stonin'

My children, the professional has left the fuckin' buildin'

[Interlude: El-P]

Check check check check check one two

[Hook: El-P]

Until but for now

You can't get run at night

Curfews is issued in the daylight

Until but for now

You can't get run at night

Curfews is issued in the daylight

Until but for now

You can't get run at night

Curfews is issued in the daylight

[R.A. the Rugged Man *speaks over Hook vocals*]

Yo yo, who the FUCK think they know about this hip-hop shit?

These motherfuckin kids LIVE this shit

Live they fuckin LIVES

Who the fuck you think you are? Talkin bout this rap shit

These are the REAL motherfuckers (Population Control)

This IS the real hip-hop shit

Some shit that none of y'all faggot motherfuckers know about

That's word life!

[Verse 2: Bigg Jus]

The daylight goblin, even in the nights we rip shit up (Bless my soul!)

The two franchise players that make your whole squad look butt

Who brought the March Madness competition 'til October

Got you thinking that shit became a bit little harder

These niggas is fucking soldiers

Indelible versenaries that's why ball-lickers be on the nutsack

For the murderous intellect highly infectious on contact

You need to come quicker than that to snatch the cheddar from the mousetrap

Small timer, it takes crazy engineering

To fuck with anything from quantum physics to thought transmitters

Next up be that over .400 switch hitter

Out the park Kingpin Dave couldn't do justice (Bless my soul!)

Pound for pound, it be these 2000 rap slugfests

Hardcore when future emcees fight future wars

But for now, I'm fightin' a squad of super-whores

Butt-fucking invincible CoFlow skills for take-out

Where you can get the beef broccoli with extra duck sauce

The quick draw, intend to keep cops reachin' for the bearclaws

Come meet the Coney Island intruder hit the yards way after midnight

Had a scheme for a burner etched out tonight in graphite

Apply the same ideology of b-boyism into the mic

And scratch the sounds like a quarter inch bolt broken off

CoFlow, coming at you from that reverse payola shit

Got stations blessin' me off two thousand for every song minute

Secretly teach background vocals in R&B clinics

[Hook: El-P & Bigg Jus]

Until but for now

You can't get run at night

Curfews is issued in the daylight

Until but for now

You can't get run at night

Curfews is issued in the daylight

Until but for now

You can't get run at night

Curfews is issued in the daylight

[R.A. the Rugged Man *speaks over all other vocals*]

Yo yo, this that MC shit

That shit talkin bout, every MC in this fuckin room is broke

Every one of em

We do this shit for the love of the music

That's word up, yo yo yo

Check this, fuckin' broke backers

When's the last time you battled somebody you faggot motherfucker?

Yo yo, yo Company Flow in the house

Yo, yo yo, yeah, eh-heh, a-hah, Rugged Man, hah

Lick my balls

[Outro: El-P & Big Juss]

Population Control..

Population Control..

CoFlow, 1997, Population Control, servin niggas

Population Control..

Population Control.. (Bless my soul!)

Population Control..

Population Control..

Population Control.. (Bless my soul!)

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