Lyrics End To End Burners (Street) - Company Flow
C.F.
digital
bust
critical
Lighters
get
burned
on
a
diamond
stylus
Four
elements
control
the
soundclash
Co
Flow
responds
to
the
crowd's
mileage
The
nitrous
illustrator
surveyor
terrorizer
Hit
end
to
end
burners
plus
multiple
insiders
Sublevel
providers
or
simple
verbalizer
The
most
humble
student
sniper,
destroy
to
amplify
The
sentinal
who
protects
the
portal
dimensional
hologram
Cover
all
chapters
of
b-boy
visuals
Take
it
back
to
two
A.M.
fill
in
the
3D
outline
in
the
park
A
year
later
drug
raiders
set
off
black
and
silver
sparks
Somehow
it
just
changed
the
culture
ripped
the
whole
movement
apart
From
it's
origins,
begin
that
gave
the
four
elements
its
start
What
remains:
a
crew
trying
to
rebuild
in
vain
To
the
local
squad,
trying
to
bring
the
fame
back
to
they
building
I'm
in
the
finals,
three
years
consecutive
for
soundkilling
Pooh-butt
analyzers,
the
weapon
mystifier
Who
wanna
come
test
the
King
Benevolent
Who
turn
the
state
of
the
art,
into
nuttin'
or
irrelevant
Who
fuck
the
world
whirlwind
myriad
of
vaporous
hybrids,
it's
known
To
seep
through
these
brick
walls
n
shit,
close
your
eyelids
In
the
field
of
depth
perception
I
annihilate
kids
with
no
less
than
Texas
tittie
twisters
Skull
nuggies,
purple
nurples,
methamphetamine
Break
the
land
speed
record
dip
out
leave
a
crop
circle
Mr.
Sluggo
top-notch
competitor
behaviour
injector
invader
Crush
competition
like
a
overturned
Blazer
Our
greatest
work
ever,
overthrow
the
stock
exchange
with
lazers
Escape
flying
through
the
Number
4
Tunnel,
too
low
to
be
detected
by
radar
Grand
concourse
mixer
of
flavour
breast
elixir
We
screwface
competition
with
roofie-cola
mixture
I'm
way
above,
shine
on
crews
like
a
street
lamp
fixture
Super
duty
tough
work
All
vision
lost
rhymin'
B-Boys
hold
down
the
function
Rock
steadily
for
more
than
just
dough
"Dance
to
the
rhythm,
the
rhyme
of
CoFlow"
A
hot
wire,
like
the
third
rail,
is
live
From
here
to
oblivion,
I
obliterate
Yo,
I
cut
most
meticulous
with
a
similar
interest
King
of
Pain
and
sing
to
a
metronome
without
an
influence
Shot
burner
off-kilter
bust
shit
at
random
Like
civil
war
muskets
or
A.D.D.
kids
throwin'
tantrums
Out-out
the
damn
spot
with
phantom
power
rebel
bunch
Using
the
populace
like
Fen-Phen
the
meat
of
public
school
lunches
Sad
to
say
I'm
the
matrix
with
the
code
for
smallpox
rapist
Out
of
all
shots,
Mine
are
worn
from
hit
'n'
runs,
caught
'em
mixtapeless
Straight
from
limbo
where
the
most
favourite
dish
is
faces
Marching
like
Dimes
or
Orangemen
through
Belfast
Manimal
hybrids
be
combination,
then
beatbox
Till
the
tastebuds
on
our
tongues
are
smooth
and
shapeless
Dodging
thought
police
this
patient
zero
the
folk
hero
Klepto
steal
the
spotlight
before
b-boys
turn
complacent
Specialize
in
neuter
services
and
theft
of
game
systems
With
crude
attention
spans
and
credits
them
towards
purchases
Wisdom
with
a
bad
touch,
and
I'll
provide
incision
pain,
plus
Then
botch
the
operation
and
denied
insurance
claim
from
it
Overfiendish,
twenty
cock
to
shoot
out
fuck
your
mind
Before
that
morning
cup
of
Ovaltine
shit
El
Producto,
C.F.
born
to
break
shit
down
and
replace
it
with
Fortified
vitamins
that
you
can
lick
right
off
the
vinyl
Little
Leaguer,
my
phonics
is
on
some
clearly
ironic
shit
Like
hittin'
pick
six
on
the
day
of
the
apocalypse
Took
the
hard
road
to
blaze
a
trail
like
yeast
infection
In
urethras,
just
to
match
crabs
try
to
bite
my
style,
fail
Diss
me
on
the
internet
like
picket
line-crossin'
Teamsters
Scabs
that's
really
down
with
hip
hop
only
if
convenient
Kill
'em!
The
rhyme
sucks
The
delivery
sucks
This
fucking
move,
terrible,
very
old
Look
at
me
I'm
going
to
dance
for
you
now,
look
"Dance
to
the
rhythm
and
rhyme
of
CoFlow"
A
hot
wire,
like
the
third
rail,
is
live
From
here
to
oblivion,
I
obliterate
"Dance
to
the
rhythm
and
rhyme
of
CoFlow"
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