Company Flow - The Fire In Which You Burn Lyrics
[brewin]Check, check it*****in with a nigga like myself your lyrics failLavernes gear shows your record so unless the hoes butt*****Youse a loser, decrepit, shoulda kept it to your lonesomeBut you like, look everybody, Im a silly microphone crumbYou oughta turn to me, I flaunt essential vocallyFirst team all university while your squad is benchin locallyDont mention joke to me, aiyyo dem niggaz aint atomicAint the comic niggaz gutsy, after the disembowelinDont ***** around, I eat out with your shorty with the crewAnd she be late for head, she want a tape and dreadsAnd thought of you, a little stingerMy shitll bring the epitome of bitterly jealousForever living crazy minded trying to tell usHow you do it on the power-u, its simple shitll get propsDont let me bring it God I swing it hard like little kid bopsSo front I keep the tone vexin, but to the headsStay pleasant to the ears just think of lauryn hill on phone sexin[j-treds]Relentless poetic rhyme never ceases infinityForever smokin the mic lyric contact I be openNaturally high and no need to pass the dutchieIm the living circle circle dot dot, nobody can touch meAt my post, the most high exalted, mind blowerWhen I rap it its strictly i cant believe he just said that shitMaterial crews, who cant think straight soberMy flows over your head, I enjoy the aerial viewFocus from the birds eye, in my scenario, of dominanceFilth eatin weaklings, were bumrussian/rushin like dirty communistsRaisin, my iron curtain revealin my words the gospelNo apples or giant serpents, the enlightened apostleJ-treds, I lace heads like tennis players top seededNot meanin to cause a racket, or front the menaceMy words speak for themselves, so feel meCause on the mic Ive got more presenceThan attendence in a class of schizophrenics, hear hearDrink to that pick up raps, intoxicatingGot your craving my living proof, mixture of speech and wineTo up from just the flow but pass the liquor its overHenny dead even when twisted I get open like venetian blindsCompany flow, the fire in which you burn slowI remain indelibleJ-treds, juggaknotz, to touch the flame you ought notI remain indelible[el-p]Check check check check check checkI the don digital, slash, piranha morphAlongside poor terrible surgeons, who blur comic perspectivesAnd wonder how to get bent, that flaming malatov shitUnstoppable object hits unmovable wall and space splitThis rogue cherub got his own twisted agenda, catch thatWalkin on flatlines, you witness me grow way beyond corporate controlLet them eat cake, cause I introduce myself as a mistakeSlipped through the quills with a serrated barb stabbed, sharp in the gutNow we can all become lord of the fliesWhen this industry sees its demiseHold it up and try to destruct you get zapped with dead eyesThe five factions giganti the ***** up and get touchedThe group hugs you received from your support groupCant protect you from the bumrushIm known to slip arsenic mickies in talk soup then reformWith an unprecedented fierceness, display these powers of stormI wasnt born in a manger but I still received three giftsAlphabetically listed theyre big juss, mr. len, and iSee the field creatures scurry, I the killer, cautionTry to merk off of the pile but you choked on my mother*****in portionSpade within my excrement ***** parodyYour insanity is my clarity, not to mention conventionIs a great war weapon, disguised under the guise of institutionalismBut still prison, the bad batch of jismWho stands, who falls, this is the one the dj calls lick the ass crackOn the wack I keep tabs like timothy leary and/or ascapThe iron lung is non rustable, youre overratedAs in smoking dust or sonic contracts that havent been thoroughly debatedGot my name up in your mouth like ***** or gingivitisWhen every rhyme becomes the official new blueprint for wannabe writersCatch a smack to the face on principleEven when I say nothing its a beautiful use of negative spaceIndelibles is invincible, el-p dont forget the *****in nameCome on columbo I know you figured this shit out, nobody sounds the same[bigg jus]It gives me great pleasure when true elements get togetherAnd lace the track rough enough to withstand, any type of weatherIf you want it I got it, chemically hemming up the seamsWith a poly-epoxy type of a mixture that be, fatal if you sniff itThese, stupid ones pop the microdotsThen lean into the sounds religion, watch these styles straight box you upComing with clean concise thoughts, penetrating patternsNot beyond your comprehension but ejected wide beyond the barrelYo, catch the rarest glimpses of the planet once known as earthThat gravitated, before inner violence heated it up, then it burntIt be these two style slide niggaz who will rock offAny beat you pushCell therapy down south goodie mob and special eds the bushIts like this, for the niggaz who got caught sleepin and didnt knowIt be these four actors crazy kings, worlds to revolve around coflowComing at you in a blazing orange hunting vest thirty yard night scopeFirst day of deer hunting, you got scoped out like the foreign jussNot the type of nigga to steal any scene too long sonI might lace you, leave the ep evidence and then Im gone
