Lyrics Population Control - Company Flow
[El-p]
You
and
your
whole
fuckin
canned
groove
it'll
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
lower
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
First
cousin
to
sleep,
red
dye
number
five
be
the
potion
Enter
subterrean
water
from
gem
of
fate
like
stop
motion
Best
to
get
ak-a-nickulous
Our
masks
aren't
intangible
Auto
man
verse
mandible
We
answer
to
no
one,
we
911
Silent
alarm
this
is
harm
fear
the
duck
of
learning
El-p
phase
through
these
walls
like
vision
Choked
in
the
shallow
water,
a
bad
executive
decision
Release
the
crack
and
please
put
down
your
skin
flutes
How
could
ya...
motherfuckers
think
ya...
To
this
mercenary
sunblock
2000
burner
All
of
your
knowledge
is
truant
Unlearn
all
of
the
shit
Then
in
overtime
you
become
fluent,
sell
the
fuckin
store
After
I
present
enter
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
kaiser
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
bill
gates
and
ted
turner
rub
each
other
down
with
olive
oils
Company
flow,
fuck
please
Bitch
put
away
the
fuckin
piteous
punchlines
Blue
blockers
break
under
the
red
light,
belittled
by
my
design
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
shoppin
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
Check
check
check
check
check
one
two
Until
but
for
now
You
can't
get
run
at
night
Curfews
is
issued
in
the
daylight
(repeat
3x)
[R.a.
the
rugged
man]
* [speaks
over
chorus
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!
[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
niggaz
is
fucking
soldiers
Indelible
mercenaries
that's
why
ballin
gets
me
on
the
nutsack
For
the
murderous
intellect
highly
infections
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
arts
way
after
midnight
Had
a
scheme
for
a
burner
etched
out
tonight
in
graphite
Apply
the
same
ideology
of
b-boys
demented
to
the
mic
And
scratch
the
sounds
like
a
quarter
inch
bolt
broken
off
Coflow,
coming
at
you
from
every
verse
payola
shit
Got
stations
blessin
me
off
two
thousand
for
every
song
minute
Secretly
teach
background
vocals
in
r&b
clinics
Until
but
for
now
You
can't
get
run
at
night
Curfews
is
issued
in
the
daylight
(repeat
3x)
[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,?
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
[El-p]
Population
control.
Population
control.
[Bigg
jus]
Coflow,
1997,
population
control,
servin
niggaz
[El-p]
Population
control.
Population
control.
("bless
my
soul!")
Population
control.
Population
control.
Population
control.
("bless
my
soul!")
("hello,
what's
this?
")
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2 8 Steps to Perfection
3 Collude / Intrude
4 Blind
5 Silence
6 Legends
7 Lune TNS
8 Help Wanted
9 Population Control
10 Definitive
11 Lencorcism
12 89.9 Detrimental
13 Vital Nerve
14 Tragedy of War (in III Parts)
15 Krazy Kings
16 Last Good Sleep
17 Info Kill II
18 Funcrush Scratch
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