Collude/intrude Lyrics - Company Flow

[announcer] 

Mr. Len, a.k.a. Space Ghost, please commence intro 

Company Flow, perform, J-Treds, prepare 

El-P, prepare, you have approximately five minutes 

Fuck the bullshit, Time/Warner will fall 

Record labels will fall, the Earth will crumble 

Begin 

[El Producto] 

Enter the all city access and encounter the likes of these 

Regionally no one relaxes, actual 

No wonder I'ma type to crush contenders with pure chewing satisfaction 

Pervade your ultraharmonic with the back of your whole mediocre faction 

Sonic boom head zoom contact off antaxion 

Elbowed with a vacumn pure death MC's with closed captions 

Wind up in the willows, catch the whirling dervish 

Or the dead and dumb millenium is at your service 

Flow the plaque, instigate lyrics then backfile another MC 

who thought cause he was dipped in powder blue that he could rock past-el 

Got your hip-hop essence out of the Cross Colours catalog 

with analog technology 

Ask L. Ron Hubbard to break down my Scientology 

Fuckin up to the chest I bust insidious, Bad Touchin 

Boogie to break to bumrushin 

Fresh start taming biofeed this track achieves 

pain penicilin crack and AZT couldn't relieve 

Being Sizzlean I will trim the fat like Susan Powders 

Disrespectin burners like cap, lickin off shots from clocktowers 

Play ring around the dead nation 

The Deadhead situation, situated to see-saw creation 

MC's are helpless like Gadzook keep faggot like RuPaul 

troop to the new sensation fuck that whole wannabe gangster fascination 

The illusion is broke, or cock albums mispoke 

And got the El P rookie cards stuck in they bicycle spoke 

For those VH-1 crystalized pseudo rip flows 

Let the liquid talon soak into the seam of your coat 

Meet the professional dead or alive politrick technician 

Straight neck capital P for the deep throat dickin 

I was that first monkey to touch the Monolith, delinquent 

Up in that crack like white squaw for the weekend 

and I sunk your Battleship 

Parked in a hot zone, live to the E. Bola 

Manifest brain tumors through the phone as you roam in your Motorolas 

[J-Treds] 

All hail, J and El the fans rise, we got the grand prize 

Foes fantasize runner up, the closest they can see it because 

skills so lenient I've been boastin with half a flow 

They can't handle the whole weight son, diagnosis, bullemic believe it 

My best line, too advanced for Pop Warner 

you got cornered scouting report, can't scramble in the clutch 

But when I get down, it's third and inches threatenin to score 

How you gonna tackle the topic when you suck at two-hand touch 

We're too damn much for your defense break you down, zone weakens 

Words bring embarassment, Captains look like third string in comparison 

to this too well known to kick fat flow 

And beat suckers straight up and down, Tic-Tac-Toe 

Game over when I blow your mind, but then I aimed over explosive cuts 

Verbal flamethrower, serving roasted nuts 

as after battle snacks you wish you wore a cup in your panties 

So all you pussies in this rap game, time to up the ante 

What's your fancy? Big time skills or small penny 

Dead to latter my varsity letter, fatter than your JV 

Only play with the big boys, toys bringin that weak shit 

Before the battle I hit em off with fat, ladies latest release on cassette 

They were done from the start 

Ran for the finish got detoured from the fast route by another 

One spot holder hold ground for our town, N.Y. 

For those who don't acknowledge they get left ass out plumbers 

[announcer] 

Congratulations Len, you have made it halfway 

They are falling, their armies are retreating 

The job is not over, you must continue, please move forward 

El P, bring out tactic evasion, start, summation equals now 

Do not fail us, we're counting on you 

[El Producto] 

For thoughts I see hot like three males with a cot included 

Where the Sidewalk Ends and all your linear math gets diluted 

Infant when he Star Spangled, packed a brand 

circular medicine and deject wreck-the-tangle 

Fuck Time/Warner and it's affiliates, for runnin that wannabe Big Willie shit 

Leave those fancy clothes up to the Pope 

List all personal posessions in your liner note 

While I connect wreck genuinely cuttin through these red ropes 

Son grip the love spigot, yeah that's the ticket 

This platoon pop 99 Luftballons 

While the one hit blunder rushes exhaust like city buses 

I bond, like resin cause for the sake of skill, lost and found 

Found by DNA patterns to wish you could climb 

Just a little girl around the way of my set, that's the time 

Enter the evil opus, focus on rap scrambling 

Record labels to expect not reaction is bad gambling 

I know a few true that make we, collusion 

El P and J-Treds pentrate cranial intrusion 

[J-Treds] 

We do this one time so catch it, two of the illest and unsigned 

Lethal seperate but combined, friction created a frontline a rhyming 

Got you steppin, tryin to evade us bustin caps in your thoughts 

But now crossfire catching's added to your job skills 

top of your resume 

Submitted applyin, for lyric positions that we occupied yesterday 

but got the pink slip, labels on some not think shit 

Requiring, brain absence lobotomy reigns/rains, rapids 

That trap gets full, by J and El evasion tactics 

Our equations infinite, punks distortin random access 

Havin half words recyclin tracks like plastic, please forfeit 

Flippin the same script, I hope it has reinforcements, or else 

it's torn to pieces while our thesis is untouched 

Saved on my PC under the filename of Funcrush 

Megabytes bumrush, by one punch, upon my keyboard 

My data's the top secret that mad suckers will fiend for 

Come from the last to be cut from Dream Team Three 

We be the ones who shine, prepare for butt, kickin 

Rarely benchwarmin throwin down, all too often 

While others barely touch rim and that's when they're butt licking 

[announcer] 

Done, job well done 

They know who we are, they know we know who they are 

They will fall, they are going to have to repeat 

Understand, they will no longer monopolize 

Time/Warner will fall, I'm proud of you, come home