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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 chorus, it's just the chorus 
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..

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