Company Flow - Collude/intrude Lyrics
[announcer]Mr. len, a.k.a. space ghost, please commence introCompany flow, perform, j-treds, prepareEl-p, prepare, you have approximately five minutes***** the bullshit, time/warner will fallRecord labels will fall, the earth will crumbleBegin[el producto]Enter the all city access and encounter the likes of theseRegionally no one relaxes, actualNo wonder ima type to crush contenders with pure chewing satisfactionPervade your ultraharmonic with the back of your whole mediocre factionSonic boom head zoom contact off antaxionElbowed with a vacumn pure death mcs with closed captionsWind up in the willows, catch the whirling dervishOr the dead and dumb millenium is at your serviceFlow the plaque, instigate lyrics then backfile another mcWho thought cause he was dipped in powder blue that he could rock past-elGot your hip-hop essence out of the cross colours catalogWith analog technologyAsk l. ron hubbard to break down my scientology*****in up to the chest I bust insidious, bad touchinBoogie to break to bumrushinFresh start taming biofeed this track achievesPain penicilin crack and azt couldnt relieveBeing sizzlean I will trim the fat like susan powdersDisrespectin burners like cap, lickin off shots from clocktowersPlay ring around the dead nationThe deadhead situation, situated to see-saw creationMcs are helpless like gadzook keep faggot like rupaulTroop to the new sensation ***** that whole wannabe gangster fascinationThe illusion is broke, or ***** albums mispokeAnd got the el p rookie cards stuck in they bicycle spokeFor those vh-1 crystalized pseudo rip flowsLet the liquid talon soak into the seam of your coatMeet the professional dead or alive politrick technicianStraight neck capital p for the deep throat dickinI was that first monkey to touch the monolith, delinquentUp in that crack like white squaw for the weekendAnd I sunk your battleshipParked in a hot zone, live to the e. bolaManifest brain tumors through the phone as you roam in your motorolas[j-treds]All hail, j and el the fans rise, we got the grand prizeFoes fantasize runner up, the closest they can see it becauseSkills so lenient Ive been boastin with half a flowThey cant handle the whole weight son, diagnosis, bullemic believe itMy best line, too advanced for pop warnerYou got cornered scouting report, cant scramble in the clutchBut when I get down, its third and inches threatenin to scoreHow you gonna tackle the topic when you suck at two-hand touchWere too damn much for your defense break you down, zone weakensWords bring embarassment, captains look like third string in comparisonTo this too well known to kick fat flowAnd beat suckers straight up and down, tic-tac-toeGame over when I blow your mind, but then I aimed over explosive cutsVerbal flamethrower, serving roasted nutsAs after battle snacks you wish you wore a cup in your pantiesSo all you pussies in this rap game, time to up the anteWhats your fancy? big time skills or small pennyDead to latter my varsity letter, fatter than your jvOnly play with the big boys, toys bringin that weak shitBefore the battle I hit em off with fat, ladies latest release on cassetteThey were done from the startRan for the finish got detoured from the fast route by anotherOne spot holder hold ground for our town, n.y.For those who dont acknowledge they get left ass out plumbers[announcer]Congratulations len, you have made it halfwayThey are falling, their armies are retreatingThe job is not over, you must continue, please move forwardEl p, bring out tactic evasion, start, summation equals nowDo not fail us, were counting on you[el producto]For thoughts I see hot like three males with a cot includedWhere the sidewalk ends and all your linear math gets dilutedInfant when he star spangled, packed a brandCircular medicine and deject wreck-the-tangle***** time/warner and its affiliates, for runnin that wannabe big willie shitLeave those fancy clothes up to the popeList all personal posessions in your liner noteWhile I connect wreck genuinely cuttin through these red ropesSon grip the love spigot, yeah thats the ticketThis platoon pop 99 luftballonsWhile the one hit blunder rushes exhaust like city busesI bond, like resin cause for the sake of skill, lost and foundFound by dna patterns to wish you could climbJust a little girl around the way of my set, thats the timeEnter the evil opus, focus on rap scramblingRecord labels to expect not reaction is bad gamblingI know a few true that make we, collusionEl p and j-treds pentrate cranial intrusion[j-treds]We do this one time so catch it, two of the illest and unsignedLethal seperate but combined, friction created a frontline a rhymingGot you steppin, tryin to evade us bustin caps in your thoughtsBut now crossfire catchings added to your job skillsTop of your resumeSubmitted applyin, for lyric positions that we occupied yesterdayBut got the pink slip, labels on some not think shitRequiring, brain absence lobotomy reigns/rains, rapidsThat trap gets full, by j and el evasion tacticsOur equations infinite, punks distortin random accessHavin half words recyclin tracks like plastic, please forfeitFlippin the same script, I hope it has reinforcements, or elseIts torn to pieces while our thesis is untouchedSaved on my pc under the filename of funcrushMegabytes bumrush, by one punch, upon my keyboardMy datas the top secret that mad suckers will fiend forCome from the last to be cut from dream team threeWe be the ones who shine, prepare for butt, kickinRarely benchwarmin throwin down, all too oftenWhile others barely touch rim and thats when theyre butt licking[announcer]Done, job well doneThey know who we are, they know we know who they areThey will fall, they are going to have to repeatUnderstand, they will no longer monopolizeTime/warner will fall, Im proud of you, come home
