Company Flow - Bad Touch Example Lyrics
Since youre my special friend, come closer for a special treat(uh)Im going to let you touch me in a special place(but I dont want to touch you there)It is never ok to touch someone elses private partsYour mom and dad will tell you soVerse one: bigg jusYo eyes get, blind like tupac gettin shot in the lobbyMost mcs styles is robbery of my freestyles as a hobbyI pick apart monkey brains and spread disease through hot zonesMy cameos on promos seem strange like someones not homeBigg jus the outsider rain on your dream fieldWith styles so freaking wet niggas need maxi panty shieldsExpose more moles out the closet that lead paint on your tenementGot more black thought to my roots than most niggaz got in their pigmentIts the baby-faced lieutenant with the luck like lucianoHardcore like kool g rap music made for concert pianoSo dust off the candelabra, hip hops version of the super don dadaWith the license to give more ass whippings than fatherYou couldnt see me with binoculars, way ahead of myself like telepathyMake most crews disappear like blackheads on oxy cremeUnder the lights I ***** up mics with my uncanny ability to heat seekThrough brain facilities with the science of microchemistryThis history of my hip hop is too deep to be dissected***** recollect dont even half step or try to test it blackBigg jus, I drop so much shit my anus needs an ice packIn fact Im all that, el-p yo bring the horns back(yes)Right through the center of your focus picture a long silver needle(you are correct sir)Piercing the outer lens of your eyesight[el-p]And once againIn one verse we have provenThat we can rip all these signed big budget mother*****ers(89.9)Peace to stretch and bobbito(bob-bi-to!)Verse two: el-pYe olde lyrics of fireSurface bombs from x-wing fighters, stance to b-boy actors fractureNegative thirty below wind chill factorThe counteraction is just a helpless action of the hapless flinchingMy supersonics leave you mute like maggie simpsonTaxidermist el-p I defy translationInstigate and set in crates(? ) throughout your whole situationPractice exposing perfection like ricki like exposes white trashMy shit is strange x-file number 2-6-7 whiplashTriple felon emcee minus the melaninWhen I bomb it the type of shit to make baby jessica jump in the well againSunshines or rain acid, el-p the battle masterLactose breaking down your *****ing fractals till youre flaccidIm leaving las vegas like a hundred flying elvisesRaid, spot my prey, swoop down and cross their pelvisesRat nerve like david grill smoke *****Catch my frozen frame suspendedYou couldnt even ***** with my idle fidgetMy birthright Im pulling swords from stones high tone beamPhonetically abort it try to distort it and catch a silent scream, fetusThe raw daddy tactics prove krush groove unstoppableTesting luck its like sucking on lead pink popsiclesThe enigma, no one can ***** with me yet but Im not signed(you wanna battle? )Its better to look in the(mirror)Say candyman five timesCandyman (whispered 5x)Just a promoUnderstand(candyman)To be the man you gots to beat the man(its so clear now)Me and bigg jus(the beautiful light)Company flow clan(I can touch it)Mr. len, sup?89.9Hit me with that shit some timeBigg jus, lune tnsThe almighty el-pThe imperial dj mr. lenCompany flow swinging it to you live for 95
