paroles de chanson Definitive - Company Flow
Ok
ease
back
before
I
make
position
to
squeeze
The
head
burner
cookin,
eminate
thought
and
grab
my
phallus
Please,
I
pump
kinetics
with
unintentional
malice
Wanna
battle
one
of
us
is
endin
up
in
god's
palace
Doubt
my
shit's
official,
the
megatron
missile
Bio-computer
virus
with
flesh
eating
potential
(I'm
convinced)
future
mc's
are
sending
robots
back
in
time
As
we
speak
to
kill
my
mother
before
I'm
born,
be
warned
You
catch
a
high
place
cinchin,
lucky
you
just
the
engine
On
a
vision
quest
but
my
breathe
is
on
Bad
intentions
to
herd
the
lyrical
peak,
at
my
inventions
Coflow
providing
dj's
with
turntable
weapons
Snatch
that,
disco
daddy,
father
pops
grand
shh
Eliminate
pretense,
turn
rocks
to
sand
You're
rockin
low
budget
doctor
who
special
effects
And
that's
half-baked,
you
never
get
a
buck
when
you
act
E-l
dash,
p
is
servin
-----
we
smash
Be
a
bootleg,
and
buildin
up
a
fat
nest
egg
I
say
fuck
you,
it's
easy,
say
it
again
fuck
you
Love
love
to
rock
bottom
beats
for
the
flicks
To
hibernate
and
syncopate
but
I'm
still
in
the
mix
One
of
the
many
young
policin
breathers
knockin
out
sequence
Life's
a
l-o-t-t-o,
carry
a
switch
for
self-defense
Rappers
try
to
front,
but
when
I
rhyme,
where
that
beef
went?
If
I'm
just
a
reflection
then
I'm
takin
over
mirrors?
woo
lock
to
mack
cornum
status?,
maybe
that's
clearer
*Mr.
len
cuts
krs-one
saying
'live
and
direct'*
See
what
I'm
saying?
see
what
I'm
saying?
It's
just
the,
it's
just
the
It's
till
infinity,
coflow
shit,
and
that's
it
I
rock
prisms
in
different
downtowns
Tainted
blood
donor,
bustin
melodies
around
sound
Left-wing
extremist,
hip-hop
militia
Bitches
suck
the
penis
competition
call
me
mister
When
I
collude,
with
mr.
len
it's
brainfood,
strictly
Never
again
I
let
a
record
label
trap
me
Try
to
clap
me,
with
paperwork
that
leaves
me
empty
Gas
me
to
diss
me,
I
swear
to
God
you'd
have
to
kill
me
Turpentine
fda
approved
tactics
Styles
invade
for
thin
skinned
rappers
I
bust
scholastics
Sixteen-oh-four
mackie
plus
Leave
you
in
the
dust,
bustin
them?
try
move
for
jus?
Ninety
degrees
is
coflow,
runnin
interference
Mc's
they
bite
my
shit,
but
I
don't
give
em
sample
clearance
Hell,
I
put
my
shit
out
even
if
I
have
to
sell
Like
a
bucket
of
herbs
before
a
pressing,
oppressing
But
somewhat
excessive,
sexually
suggestive
I
can
suck
a
cookie
out
of
pussy,
no
question
Back
off,
deadly
like
cigarettes
and
black
coffee
Long
as
I
got
lungs
and
a
knot
you
can't
stop
me
*Mr.
len
scratches
again*
It's
till
infinity
Coflow
shit
Knowhati'msayin,
check
it
out,
check
it
out
Mc's
is
like
livin
in
breakbeat
hell
You
try
to
knock
me
off
the
ladder
kid
the
fatter
I
swell
It
don't
matter
turnin
liquid
into
wine
by
design
Not
sayin
I'm
je-sus,
the
holy
buck,
with
a
halo
Just
an
urbanite
riding
the
train
till
I
hit
paydirt
Smoke
bones
that's
in
a
coflow
tracks
and
like
max
That's
my
flavor,
experimental
behavior?
by
scientist?
Got
props
from
brooklyn
hasidic
jews
to
queens
zionists
The
manhattan/new
jersualem
type
connection
Mork
in
erection,
fiendin
out
for
female
affection
My
style
is
one
whole
piece,
your
shit
is
just
the
cliff
notes
Eminent
plays
chronic,
mc's
pneumonic
You're
buggin
now
fuck
that,
radio
wack
reconvene
I
sign
for
my
condition,
company
flow
vaccine
Indelible
mc's,
choice
top
status
Krazy
kings,
from
juvenile
techniques
to
manhood
I
make
my
own
grain
and
go
against
it
Pissin
on
authority,
dropped
out
of
school,
for
seniority
To
do
this
hip-hop
shit,
but
resonate
classic
Pops
wasn't
around
so
I'm
a
secondhand
bastard
Hypothesis
simple,
the
earth
is
my
pimple
Pocket
the
extra
cash
then
coflow
multplying
like
triplets
It's
senseless,
leaving
rapeprs
elderly
and
defenseless
Going
into
details
is
worthless,
fuck
it
I
got
your
surplus,
as
long
as
there'll
be
peons
on
the
surface
I
claim
my
outpost
and
boast,
cause
I
deserve
to
Swerve
to,
miss
the
link,
colder
than
a
fetus
on
a
hockey
rink
You
think
not
what?
best
be
he
not
For?
and
not
givin
up
a
little
somethin
at
the
weed
spot
Bigg
jus
what's
the
verdict
on
this
beat
(that
shit
is
mad
hot)
Give
a
whistle
if
you
hear
this,
can't
best
me
Try
to
keep
my
lyrics
short
and
fat
like
joe
pesci
God
bless
me
*Mr.
len*
Know
what
I'm
saying,
till
infinity
Still
working
out
the
bugs
It's
gonna
be
on
though
Mc's
can't
fuck
with
me,
coflow
shit
Forgot
to
tell
you
that
Mr.
len,
bigg
jus,
bms,
and
then
you
have
me,
elijah
The
one
and
only
diamond
speechless
starving
artist
Goin
on
from
nine
to
five
Coflow
shit,
mr.
len.
1 Bad Touch Example
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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