* this song appeared on HipHopJoints.com as a response
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to Anticon rapper Sole but hasn't OFFICIALLY been released
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El-P: "Straight up if it wasn't for cats like me
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For real and I am not bullshittin
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If it wasn't for cats like me you wouldn't be in the rec
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in the door and I know that's true now knowwhatmsayin?
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Because now you're really in some of it"
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Sole: "Where's Len? I told Len that fuckin; I sai {slight pause}
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Quote, that I said, I love Company Flow
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I don't wanna be against you guys I-I-I quote
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quote, unquote I said, I wanna be down - you know;
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like I said I don't want beef with you guys
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YouknowIamlikedude; like fuckin
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this whole shit is bananas, y'know"
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El-P: "Like you're gonna make it by dissing me
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You know the record that got CoFlow scared, knowwhatmsayin??
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It's like DO I SOUND SCARED??"
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Sole: "No I don't think you sound very scared"
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Some cats know us but this one don't
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I oughta pierce this fuckin phallus through your rookie ass throat
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Yo Duke, don't step to me until you're ripened fruit
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I'm loopy from the invitations from funeral glue
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Stone poems dissolve combatants via shards through 56k high speed
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Still blitzed like relaxed I'll call geisha felatio deeds
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like fertilizer bombs packed in air tower compartment docks
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Sticky fuck revolution shot - send all complaints to Rupert Murdoch
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I'll black out in the mug of suburbanites with little stinger's crew
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You volunteer for the draft stupid--thats on you!!
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On some upper middle class romantic notion
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So the mortar scraps'll fly cry gates section 8 escape like Klinger do
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The demented happy face bruised back for pussycrew packin
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Rockin clam diggers with cut knees in Hepatitis puddles - no vaccine
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Plus 99% are down but you still give respect for
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Silently questionin your direction - like Amistad passenger section
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Gilbert Grape against Magneto odds;
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Ultimate Break 5 versus your needle pops;
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Davey Jones versus Goliath;
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I'm Ed Sullivan Beatles crowd response
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I slowed it down - try to download this gig to formatted floppy disk
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while heads bop like epileptics sucking my dick to some off-beat shit
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Sole: "I l-l-l-l-l-l-love Company Flow"
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::scratch:: "y-y-you faggot"
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This spoiled brat little young saga got a mommy bought my sampler tapes
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(Sole: "I wanna be down")
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Make sure every one sheet snippet tape flyer sticker and t-shirt
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got a representation of my name and face
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I rock beats that Tina Yothers morning sickness without makeup ugly dusty
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Fucked up four track dirty ass crack pirate radio readiness
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Okay fella; I own my masters, lyrics, merchandise
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mic, turntables, style psychosis pain and penis
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Deranged cadence kills syllable UV needles
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Makin gangsters in the crowd throw bottles at my people
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We dip on life cycles few data crisp since
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custom Jeep Dapper Dan era in 3 fat goose
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swingin discs of Tron to disembowel your village elder
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Fuckin sick isn't it? Bucket my piss while you're at it kiss the dog dick
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Try to act monstrous but just a Beanie Baby after my profit
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That don't do much for hip hop - that isn't respect it's cockfondlin
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In eighty-nine we called it tip-doggin; but you ain't know that rookie
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Don't ever try to front like you know me or my people
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By the way Vordul did I bite?
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Vordul: "yea right!!--thats fantasy lie snake trife"
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Sole: "like fuckin - this whole shit is bananas"
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You little lying muthafucka you know you kiss my ass
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and then you try to ::scratch:: "change up the past"
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Who fell into their own hari kari kit when they lied to themselves
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Self abuse by selling lies self destructive
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I am Captain Kirk, Spock and Lieutenant Uhura on the away team
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You're Henson Lebowitz - the sacrificial lamb for the episode
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You beamed to the wrong planet this time
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wth a hot pink phaser and one line
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before getting morphed to faggot dust for not knowing our status
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Automatic and absolutely the poisonous shit-licking one cyber reject
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New England rich boy soon to catch a Bay Area eject
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Marionette |