Offspring Lyrics - Singles - Company Flow

[del] aiyyo whattup el-p? 

[el] yo whattup del-phonic? 

[del] nuthin man; I was on the bus the other day man 

Tryin to listen to my walkman 

This motherfucker all in my face 

Tryin to holla at me and shit 

I'm like, "man - dude you just a offspring" 

[del] 

I'm very interplanetary and vary with various experiments 

Gregarious with verbals for your merriment 

What el-p tell me to use, the beat di-ffuse 

You lose and get played like a mood 

I'm rude revolting leave you molting 

No thing - compares to my compadres 

We'll take it to broadway 

It's beautiful the execution flawless 

You all wet, soggy groggy when you saw me 

But I never tire whenever I adjust my thrust 

Females blush I bring the california gold rush 

Your flow sucks, your stamina can't endure 

I manicure your lavender amatuer landed words 

You haven't heard? cannabis analyst 

Add a twist to my manuscripts 

I'l have you sent to the showers 

Me and el-p, is superpowers like the us and ussr 

Blow you like the deathstar 

Leave your chest scarred like sagat 

My plot proliferates, hits you like barbituates 

In a twist of fate and splits your face 

It's the great deltron-z, soundbombing 

Run to mommy, I'm airin out your dirty laundry 

I'm shooting then executing you're aiming from mainstream 

Your brain tingles, strangles your lame jingles 

Bingo I bring flows that attack like wild dingoes 

Can't be pigeonholed, anything goes gringo 

[el-producto] 

Here we go - up jumps the outcast, sever the connection 

My mostly overconfident acquaintances pull numbers 

To the anti-potients and fear that I drip sick in 

And rise out of my shell to teach sick or bedridden emcees 

Til they fear living 

Blockin the cocks that bust shots, spittin smitten bitches 

Til the day of the locust, kitchen cutlery cuts 

Dmx 16 crossfade with a strange lust 

Dr. strangelove, born in the back of the train, fameless shame 

Shared with acne pick brain pit 

Tried to capture the moment of subtle death 

Destro magnet spit - action fit into capsules 

Slipped in the dirty waterway speaker cabinets 

Maximum b-boy axiom stabbin shit 

Intellectual women find that my rhyme style relaxes them 

And wonder if I fuck to the same rhyme style pattern 

It's autobahn pipe bomb glass fragment shatter 

To break new jacks at after parties for actin actual 

Factor x into your formula for fresh thoughts 

With a megalon wingspan that bulge from the back of the text radical 

Radio time tracks flatten your flattery 

The tradition excuse used by biters; ambiguously homo 

Knotted tights and colored underwear 

That's wrapped around the brittle legs of 

Things without weapons - I'm grief diseased brethren 

Swim in a sea of shit and malt liquor, feed on excedrin 

Radiate through tenements; emcees bleed estrogen! 

Chorus: del and el-p 

Watch insanity increase 

Break it up piece by piece 

Never weak in the least 

Think you better see a priest 

(mortality, don't battle me, it's costly 

We the raw breed all of y'all is just the offspring) 

[el] yo del kick that shit again 

[del] 

Tomahawking your tom-tom club 

You tried to holler at me at my show, lookin like you on drugs 

You love the del I'll thug you, bumpin juvenile 

Thinkin you in style, packin like you movin now 

I move top speed, scott free with cock-d 

Knock-kneed delivery that scorches you like lockheed 

Dr. decibel, my deliverance is questionable 

But as far as this session goes I'm wreckin skulls 

Better check your pulse, we visionaries with this 

Scarin the shit outta record labels next to fatal 

Right beside homocide bonafied bewilderment 

Militant diligence like I'm buildin pyramids 

Peel your cap reveal your lack of flavor 

Track your pager plus your celly 

Piss on your pele pele, catch you comin out of belly 

Dumbin out daily, tell me, what was your rationale 

Think of matchin del I disconect your pactell 

My mobile code words, showboat with no hope 

For any rhyme you kick or any beat you load up 

Leave you catatonic off a bag of chronic, skanless with anthems 

Stomp your little cadence out at random 

[el-producto] 

Ran-random, ran-random 

El and del-aphonic known to go off on a tantrum 

Now you know.. 

For the backpackers, for the computer hackers 

For the misplaced famous, for all the video gamers 

For the derranged krylon stain makers 

For the ungry hungry ass verbal brain rapists 

That new york to the bay shit! 

"go off, go off!"