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Flow some mo' Co shit (repeat 4X)
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[El P] My skit is sick (repeat 6X)
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Verse One: Bigg Jus
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The hope in a dark universe chasing shadows
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Into the burning season slay to a sunk pharaoh
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Icon holding a diamond encrusted Jesus
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Please stop check and suck my rated 50 are in these chromosomes hell
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Still these guns blaze on a ten hour swing shift
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Who I had thoroughly wanted to rip shit
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Grab the rags and towels and swing their caps back
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See lab bomb autopsy report, terrorist type of 'tack
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The lifeline intertwined with true belief got distorted
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Caught it late night on Telemundo, Night Court it, teleport it
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Spotted in boot camp dishing out an ass whpping, bad decision
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Align astrologically to ensure global time positioning
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Take aim, blast government conspiracies out the frame
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Excuse me, El Diablo, excuse me
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The worldwide b-boy exhibit is now closed
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Widen your distribution of nitrogen, swing nightsticks on patrol
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The Bad Lieutenant, digital chaos out of control
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Deep in a swampland, the killer's out officially financed
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Graffiti crazed individual rock steady in all his fury
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Backspinnin on these crabs, signed sincerely yours truly
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Flow some mo' Co shit (repeat 6X)
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Verse Two: El-P
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Who disperses poisonous crackers with gem tones
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One minute of verses the beats to spot zones, angled out
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Murder kill def sucky bitch cock and that's your best shot
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Strictly Freudian the way I see another crab frontin within the
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inkblot
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Like that dung beetle squirmin around in the residue of my math
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The design burnt into the support beam and contorted into a love mode
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Seemingly gave the whole squad the Hiroshima for preference
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For using my blueprints as a point of reference
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Co Flow can only exist in your void which is closed in the internet
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Trying to match definitions to the words with which I taught
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See technically you're not the germ it's your sperm that's the weapon
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I fear ducks fertilizin and teachin their seeds all the half steppin
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Spawnin little replicate idiots, so I madly touch pressure points
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badly
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Sadly but it's my duty
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When amnio-belief bust down, turn around for the script that I falcon
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See that with that you drown, eerily...
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Under the bridge micronautics
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Pop is pure but then the septic system bubble up through the artists
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454 Fahrenheit bombers we are
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As long as I can see the North Star
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Cross minds but don't try to hide
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the use of a gun as an extension of the penis
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When Yin collides with Yang you see me burn into the Phoenix
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Blinded don't test me I already received my G.E.D.
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Scored in the top .5 percentile in the country, quite easily
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Record mode set up the EQ for minus
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Infect it like the germs that metamorph up in your sinus
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As with this slang was born a new Sodom
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I be a Deep Blue def subtle breath control that Kasparov pack
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The acidic 32nd contact
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While snakes try to scream out what a friend is
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Then lick off like Mendendez
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With only a stick so I can blood just bricklay a biggie thick set
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aside suit
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Homicide sad times settle into entropy
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I El-Venom, patchwork I've sewn the last stitch X-axis
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Tilted on the side where they coulda been residing amongst freaks
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Company Flow, kill informational leaks
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Flow some mo' Co shit (repeat 3X)
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Info Kill II
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