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featuring J Treds
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[announcer]
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Mr. Len a.k.a. Space Ghost please commence intro
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Company Flow perform J Treds prepare
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El P prepare you have approximately five minutes
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Fuck the bullshit Time/Warner will fall
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Record labels will fall the Earth will crumble
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Begin
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[El Producto]
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Enter the all city access and encounter the likes of these
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Regionally no one relaxes actual
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No wonder I'ma type to crush contenders with pure chewing satisfaction
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Pervade your ultraharmonic with the back of your whole mediocre faction
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Sonic boom head zoom contact off antaxion
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Elbowed with a vacumn pure death MC's with closed captions
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Wind up in the willows, catch the whirling dervish
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Or the dead and dumb millenium is at your service
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Flow the plaque, instigate lyrics then backfile another MC
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who thought cause he was dipped in powder blue that he could rock pastel
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Got your hip-hop essence out of the Cross Colours catalog
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while I launch technology
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Ask L. Ron Hubbard to break down my Scientology
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Fuckin up to the chest I bucks the city us Bad Touchin
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Boogie to break to bumrushin
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Fresh start taming biofeed this track achieves
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pain penicilin crack and AZT couldn't relieve
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Being Sizzlean I will trim the fat like Susan Powders
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Disrespectin burners like cap, lickin off shots from clocktowers
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Play ring around the dead nation
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The Deadhead situation, situated to see-saw creation
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MC's are helpless like Gadzook keep faggot like RuPaul
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troop to the new sensation fuck that whole wannabe gangster fascination
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The illusion is broke, or cock albums mispoke
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And got the El P rookie cards stuck in they bicycle spoke
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For those VH-1 crystalized pseudo rip flows
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Let the liquid talon soak into the seam of your coat
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Meet the professional dead or alive politrick technician
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Straight neck capital P for the deep throat dickin
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I was that first monkey to touch the Monolith, delinquent
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Up in that crack like white squaw for the weekend
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and I sunk your Battleship
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Parked in a hot zone, live to the E. Bola
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Manifest brain tumors through the phone as you roam in your Motorolas
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[J-Treds]
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All hail, J and El the fan drives, we got the grand prize
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Foes fantasize runner up, the closest they can see it because
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skills so lenient I've been boastin with half a flow
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They can't handle the whole weight son, diagnosis, bullemic believe it
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My best line, too advanced for Pop Warner
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you got cornered scouting report, can't scramble in the clutch
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But when I get down, it's third and inches threatenin to score
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How you gonna tackle the topic when you suckers two hand touch it?
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We're too damn much for your defense break you down, zone weakens
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Words bring embarassment, Captains look like third string in comparison
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to this too well known to kick fat flow
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And beat suckers straight up and down, Tic-Tac-Toe
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Game over when I blow your mind, but then I aimed over explosive cuts
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Verbal flamethrower, serving roasted nuts
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as after battle snacks you wish you wore a cup in your panties
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So all you pussies in this rap game, time to up the ante
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What's your fancy? Big time skills or small penny
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Dead to latter my varsity letter, fatter than your JV
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Only play with the big boys, toys bringin that weak shit
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Before the battle I hit em off with fat, ladies latest release on cassette
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They were done from the start
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Ran for the finish got detoured from the fast route by another
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One spot holder hold ground for our town, N.Y.
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For those who don't acknowledge they get left ass out plumbers
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[announcer]
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Congratulations Len, you have made it halfway
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They are falling, their armies are retreating
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The job is not over, you must continue, please move forward
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El P, bring out tactic evasion, start, summation equals now
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Do not fail us, we're counting on you
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[El Producto]
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For thoughts I see hot like three males with a cot included
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Where the Sidewalk Ends and all your linear math gets diluted
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Infant when he Star Spangled, packed a brand
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circular medicine and deject wreck-the-tangle
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Fuck Time/Warner and it's affiliates, for runnin that wannabe Big Willie shit
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Leave those fancy clothes up to the Pope
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List all personal posessions in your liner note
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While I connect wreck genuinely cuttin through these red ropes
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Son grip the love spigot, yeah that's the ticket
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This platoon pop 99 Luftballons
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While the one hit blunder rushes exhaust like city buses
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I bond, like resin cause for the sake of skill, lost and found
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Found by DNA patterns to wish you could climb
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Just a little girl around the way of my set, that's the time
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Enter the evil opus, focus on rap scrambling
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Record labels to expect not reaction is bad gambling
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I know a few true that make we, collusion
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El P and J-Treds pentrate cranial intrusion
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[J-Treds]
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We do this one time so catch it, two of the illest and unsigned
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Lethal seperate but combined, friction created a frontline a rhyming
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Got you steppin, tryin to evade us bustin caps in your thoughts
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But now crossfire catching's added to your job skills
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top of your resume
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Submitted applyin, for lyric positions that we occupied yesterday
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but got the pink slip, labels on some not think shit
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Requiring, brain absence lobotomy reigns/rains, rapids
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That trap gets full, by J and El evasion tactics
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Our equations infinite, punks distortin random access
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Havin half words recyclin tracks like plastic, please forfeit
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Flippin the same script, I hope it has reinforcements, or else
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it's torn to pieces while our thesis is untouched
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Saved on my PC under the filename of Funcrush
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Megabytes bumrush, by one punch, upon my keyboard
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My data's the top secret that mad suckers will fiend for
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Come from the last to be cut from Dream Team Three
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We be the ones who shine, prepare for butt, kickin
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Rarely benchwarmin throwin down, all too often
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While others barely touch rim and that's when they're butt licking
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[announcer]
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Done, job well done
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They know who we are, they know we know who they are
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They will fall, they are going to have to repeat
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Understand, they will no longer monopolize
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Time/Warner will fall, I'm proud of you, come home
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Collude/Intrude
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| Company Flow |
