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[El P]
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Chick this out
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Company Flow manifests itself in many different ways
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We rhyme like this is the last fucking days
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Of course we've got El P DJ Mr. Len
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And the one and only
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[Bigg Jus]
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Jus's style is infinite so pass me the rock
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Got the same burner as the kid down the block
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Bought it from an off duty cop getting over
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Yo he'll stick you with a felony just to fill a quota
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I've got more styles than pagers by Motorola
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Legendary seven y'all claiming fuzz had inflicted it
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When played and AD hit in
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They came way back was killing it
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Who's the wildest b-boy with the paid style that's ill
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Encased in a glass dome I pull mikes like filaments
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I'm tungsten, light within that causes something
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Lick off a legal shot hit the edge and turn busting
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The trendy setter shot Joey now his cousins bludgeon
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They ask for it, permanent vacation with no passport
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Top ranked televisor of boxing as a sport
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I keep my gun cocked for all you hard rocks
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And grab my crotch at one time when they roll through my block
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Bigg Jus from the see ya, and we rule non-stop!
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Bigg bigg Jus, they start fuming when I set it
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Breaking down with the flow
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Bigg bigg Jus, they start fuming when I set it
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After the verse
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I got the fat cat Krylon paint, radioactive
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Busting out sockets leaving Earth in this bastard
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Rock the overdose, fiend back the graphics
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Lost off through a vortex, you came out on plastic
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Punch numbers buy me a thought last year candy gram
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Busting VSOL, on some shit, I'm the man
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Housing heads one of 2000 in reefer's dead
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The underground's uncertain
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Scrub skills keep resurfacing
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Grip the cryogenic body soaked in mystery
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Known for making emcees change belief from Tai Chi to ESP
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When I drop skills sick like buy my gee
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These heads hate me vibing to shit that bump like Teddys
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Still refuse excess I be phasing energy
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Push Kevlar sub woofers, deposits, enemies
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Face the finest war the final conflict for heroin
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The growth stunter run the shit down like Heather Hunter
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All five are up in that man control to uproot the ruthless demigod
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Notorious sets in half
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And they can't be attacked by entering the dragon's path
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And you won't last in the rugged badlands of the math
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All due respect to the DJ breakdance and graf
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I could go on about days going dashed
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But I won't, indeed yes I will
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I buckshot more drunk toxins than golden seal
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Silence
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Company Flow |