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Vital Nerve (feat. B.M.S.)

Soon you'll see

As I flow fluently to frequently, another MC

Will drop off the face of this Earth, for what it's worth

I've been the nastiest, one since birthNew York is number one today in the houseI'll do the simple shit, strike harder than Hoffa

El the maladjusted MC, Funcrusher

Massive, a sign for my condition automatic

Goldstar connect thoughts get jostled at your position

Listen, abort mission without further discussionDual personality, half me?

Doc Jekyll when I burn your paragraph down to a haiku

So Tootsie Roll motherfuck back to your seat 'cause I don't like you

I got a hundred beats, all nicer than your joint

Karaoke MC's need not receive G's that's the whole pointBe out within the crowd get open like herpes simplex sores

On vexed pussy found that I put more crush, on crews than Jets

You're just that simple plus overfronted but that's the status

Cold caught my shit you better not sit, so stop the madness

With hip-hop guidelines I state I never liked authority

When sales control stats I place no faith in the majorityAutomatic, just for my people

Automatic, just for my crew

Automatic if you're wack then you'll get

Knocked out of the box and you'll deserve it tooNew York is number one today in the houseI analyze, people call me El so son catch it

MC's be disillusioned as hell, them can't hack it

I'ma knock you out your tax bracket

Slipped into the wrong hands, the mental barbarianStay-Freshed in Ziplock, money plot hatcher

How the fuck you gonna bring a Go-Cart to the Grand Prix hee hee

Laughter, enter for irreconcilable disaster

I'ma protect mine like a Japanese fighting sticks master

Aim, pierce your vital nerve, the bloody conquestRappers they be like [unverified] bro, I sunk your battleship

Ultra-magneto, burnin' pee burns my credo

Mad men cry like when you realize you got a shirt full of infrared dots

Plus I'm scopin' at this bitch, be prepared for the mental headshots

When the CoFlow leave the room, we takin mics bitches and boomThe incredible BMSNow the mint and governor get paid, collectin' off raids

All the cash that was made from a brother, New York Undercover

Don't love her, still I'm SuperHun

Rhyme styles monstrosities, fools never stoppin' me

I swat MC's quite easily, DunnImitate styles most complain you can't begin to express

Elevate off this, nine times to your brain

Makes your mind manifest, shit's hopeless

Stop stop the nonsense, this could not accomplish

Low pro interactive, go open carsnatchin'CoFlow, by all means necessary, packin' rhymes is automatic

Check the barrel circumfrence who done it

Confirm it, sewers done run it, BMS just a killer plus serial

But still ill and Sugarhill to the fullest extent

Tactic G represent, C-4 blowin' up

Like the doors and this president

(Dead, Presidents)Automatic, just for my people

Automatic, just for my crew

Automatic if you're wack then you'll get

Knocked out of the box and you'll deserve it tooI'm gettin' fresh for my freeform

All hold heart rocks down when I'm turnin' veterans to greenhorn

Beat it, make a bee-line, be lax or you'll be outed

Spit words that's really cold, pinchin' lymph nodes, El

The inconvenience to your master plan fell, your shit's abyssmalDecimal point, zero for the judge burnin' rhyme books

Fuck basic, iambic pentameter just dissolves

So I'll say fuck you, suck your marrow like a chicken wing

From pluck you

Location I'll rock like Zeke, calamityWhat's your composure, shoot sex like Vanity it's over

Done it again brainstorm slice in your direction

Cut the belly of your block open over to C-Section

Death callin' one, for the dysfunctional son

Trapped in my digital domain

(The El to the P)Yo fuck rappers that freak a fable, phony will make them fall out

Frequencies painful run 'em as sonar, CoFlow's the callout

You're misaligned, I turn benign breaks into malignant

Knock 'em out the box, capture they flag and kick they can in

Badlands, live one down the information highway

Write a rhyme in braille, send a fuckin' battle to your e-mailYes, once again empty MC's we have had here for those

Fortune enough to feel this, blessed number one ichiban

Numero uno crew, track runner stun gunner plus vocal

Freak show performance

Company Flow rockin' shit from the intro to the outroNevertheless I must digress for the master

The walking Fresh Fest MC's pure when in soil

Yet shallow when the bank roll

The independent representation of what MC's can and should be

Judge prosecution defendant and juryNew York, New York, New York, New York

New York is number one today in the house

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