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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 itI 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 outMc'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..

Songwriters

TONY COTTRELL, TALIB KWELI GREENE, DANTE SMITHPublished by

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