Definitive Lyrics - Singles - Company Flow

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 it 

I 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 out 

Mc'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..