The Fire In Which You Burn Lyrics - Company Flow

Check, check it 

Fuckin' with a nigga like myself your lyrics fail 

Laverne's gear shows your record so unless the hoe's butt naked 

You're a loser, decrepit, shoulda kept it to your lonesome 

But you like, look everybody, I'm a silly microphone crumb 

You oughta turn to me, I flaunt essential vocally 

First team all university while your squad is benchin' locally 

Don't mention joke to me, aiyyo dem niggaz ain't atomic 

Ain't the comic niggaz gutsy, after the disembowelin' 

Don't fuck around, I eat out with your shorty with the crew 

And she be late for head, she want a tape and dreads 

And thought of you, a little stinger 

My shit'll bring the epitome of bitterly jealous 

Forever living crazy minded trying to tell us 

How you do it on the power-U, it's simple shit'll get props 

Don't let me bring it God I swing it hard like little kid bops 

So front I keep the tone vexin', but to the heads 

Stay pleasant to the ears just think of Lauryn Hill on phone sexin' 

Relentless poetic rhyme never ceases infinity 

Forever smokin' the mic lyric contact I be open 

Naturally high and no need to pass the Dutchie 

I'm the living circle circle dot dot, nobody can touch me 

At my post, the most high exalted, mind blower 

When I rap it it's strictly, I can't believe he just said that shit 

Material crews, who can't think straight sober 

My flows over your head, I enjoy the aerial view 

Focus from the bird's eye, in my scenario, of dominance 

Filth eatin' weaklings, we're bum rushin' like dirty communists 

Raisin', my Iron Curtain revealin' my words the gospel 

No apples or giant serpents, the enlightened apostle 

J-Treds, I lace heads like tennis players top seeded 

Not meanin' to cause a racket, or front the menace 

My words speak for themselves, so feel me 

'Cause on the mic I've got more presence 

Than attendance in a class of schizophrenics, hear hear 

Drink to that pick up raps, intoxicating 

Got your craving my living proof, mixture of speech and wine 

To' up from just the flow but pass the liquor it's over 

Henny dead even when twisted I get open like Venetian blinds 

Company Flow, the fire in which you burn slow 

I remain indelible 

J-Treds, Juggaknotz, to touch the flame you ought not 

I remain indelible 

Check check check check check check 

I the Don Digital, slash, piranha morph 

Alongside poor terrible surgeons, who blur comic perspectives 

And wonder how to get bent, that flaming Malatov shit 

Unstoppable object hits unmovable wall and space split 

This rogue cherub got his own twisted agenda, catch that 

Walkin' on flat lines, you witness me grow way beyond corporate control 

Let them eat cake, 'cause I introduce myself as a mistake 

Slipped through the quills with a serrated barb stabbed, sharp in the gut 

Now we can all become Lord of the Flies 

When this industry sees it's demise 

Hold it up and try to destruct you get zapped with dead eyes 

The five factions gigantic the fuck up and get touched 

The group hugs you received from your support group 

Can't protect you from the bum rush 

I'm known to slip arsenic mickies in talk soup then reform 

With an unprecedented fierceness, display these powers of storm 

I wasn't born in a manger but I still received three gifts 

Alphabetically listed they're Big Juss, Mr. Len, and I 

See the field creatures scurry, I the killer, caution 

Try to merk off of the pile but you choked on my motherfuckin' portion 

Spade within' my excrement bitch parody 

Your insanity is my clarity, not to mention convention 

Is a great war weapon, disguised under the guise of institutionalism 

But still prison, the bad batch of jism 

Who stands, who falls, this is the one the DJ calls lick the ass crack 

On the wack I keep tabs like Timothy Leary and or Ascap 

The iron lung is non rustable, you're overrated 

As in smoking dust or sonic contracts 

That haven't been thoroughly debated 

Got my name up in your mouth like cock or gingivitis 

When every rhyme becomes the official 

New blueprint for wannabewriters 

Catch a smack to the face on principle 

Even when I say nothing it's a beautiful use of negative space 

Indelibles is invincible, El-P don't forget the fuckin' name 

Come on Colombo I know you figured this shit out 

Nobody sounds the same 

It gives me great pleasure when true elements get together 

And lace the track rough enough to withstand, any type of weather 

If you want it I got it, chemically hemming up the seams 

With a poly-epoxy type of a mixture that be, fatal if you sniff it 

These, stupid ones pop the microdots 

Then lean into the sound's religion 

Watch these styles straight box you up 

Coming with clean concise thoughts, penetrating patterns 

Not beyond your comprehension but ejected wide beyond the barrel 

Yo, catch the rarest glimpses of the planet once known as Earth 

That gravitated, before inner violence heated it up, then it burnt 

It be these two style slide niggaz who will rock off any beat you push 

Cell therapy down south goodie mob and special Ed's the bush 

It's like this, for the niggaz who got caught sleepin' and didn't know 

It be these four actors crazy kings, worlds to revolve around CoFlow 

Coming at you in a blazing orange hunting vest thirty yard night scope 

First day of deer hunting, you got scoped out like the foreign Juss 

Not the type of nigga to steal any scene too long son 

I might lace you, leave the EP evidence and then I'm gone