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Versuri Population Control
[El-P]
You and your whole fuckin canned groove it'll end
tepid
So when I Pearl Harbor don't let me catch you
intrepid
I'm tellin you the wishbone been broke in my
favor, crumbcake your mistake
Enterprise and see Indelible, the number one
feel-bad crew of the season
Just give me one reason to splash
I shall lower the flag half mast, take time to
wallow
Company Flow the toughest penis sucky sucky
So of course in an attempt to defend you end up
unkempt
Plus this Agent get Orange
E-L-P-F-C-F rock for you
First cousin to sleep, red dye number five be the
potion
Enter subterrean water from gem of fate like stop
motion
Best to get ak-a-nickulous
Our masks aren't intangible
Auto man verse mandible
We answer to no one, we 911
Silent alarm this is harm fear the duck of
learning
El-P phase through these walls like vision
Choked in the shallow water, a bad executive
decision
Release the crack and please put down your skin
flutes
How could ya... motherfuckers think ya...
To this mercenary sunblock 2000 burner
All of your knowledge is truant
Unlearn all of the shit
Then in overtime you become fluent, sell the
fuckin store
After I present enter the spectrum your career's
never no more
Enter the rectum
And at twilight we'll skip stones and laugh about
your poems
But a blood-red book when the others got
funcrushed is a spot
The terror fabulously gets hot
Co Flow mossie, Walt Disney meets Kaiser Soze
There will be no grand comebacks unless Lazarus
or Kotter
Inflicted bitch styles indicate with stigmata
when locked in a box but you can't say Jack
Trying to paint them fucking red doors black
Like that spilled milk spoiled
While Bill Gates and Ted Turner rub each other
down with olive oils
Company Flow, fuck please
Bitch put away the fuckin piteous punchlines
Blue Blockers break under the red light,
belittled by my design
I don't try to be different I am
So inevitably my style will survive when your now
turns to then
El-P, vastly crapaphobic
3-2-1 Contact, never no more that's the promise
You hold toast, well I hold Thomas
Golden nooks and crannies
Win my ticket raffled off the recycled thought
shoppin spree winner
Congratu-fucking-lations, I dropped it now you
got it
But it's only a matter of time before Waldo gets
spotted
Pulled out of the crowd and martyred, a good old
fashioned stonin
My children, the professional has left the fuckin
buildin
Check check check check check one two
Until but for now
You can't get run at night
Curfews is issued in the daylight (repeat 3X)
[R.A. the Rugged Man] * [speaks over chorus
vocals]
Yo yo, who the FUCK think they know about this
hip-hop shit?
These motherfuckin kids LIVE this shit
Live they fuckin LIVES
Who the fuck you think you are? Talkin bout this
rap shit
These are the REAL motherfuckers (Population
Control)
This IS the real hip-hop shit
Some shit that none of y'all faggot motherfuckers
know about
That's word life!
[Bigg Jus]
The daylight goblin, even in the nights we rip
shit up (Bless my soul!)
The two franchise players that make your whole
squad look butt
Who brought the March Madness competition til
October
Got you thinking that shit became a bit little
harder
These niggaz is fucking soldiers
Indelible mercenaries that's why ballin gets me
on the nutsack
For the murderous intellect highly infections on
contact
You need to come quicker than that
to snatch the cheddar from the mousetrap
Small timer, it takes crazy engineering
To fuck with anything from quantum physics to
thought transmitters
Next up be that over .400 switch hitter
Out the park kingpin Dave couldn't do Justice
(Bless my soul!)
Pound for pound, it be these 2000 rap slugfests
Hardcore when future emcees fight future wars
But for now, I'm fightin a squad of super-whores
Butt-fucking invincible CoFlow skills for
take-out
Where you can get the beef broccoli with extra
duck sauce
The quick draw, intend to keep cops reachin for
the bearclaws
Come meet the Coney Island intruder hit the arts
way after midnight
Had a scheme for a burner etched out tonight in
graphite
Apply the same ideology of b-boys demented to the
mic
And scratch the sounds like a quarter inch bolt
broken off
CoFlow, coming at you from every verse payola
shit
Got stations blessin me off two thousand for
every song minute
Secretly teach background vocals in R&B clinics
Until but for now
You can't get run at night
Curfews is issued in the daylight (repeat 3X)
[R.A. the Rugged Man] * [speaks over all other
vocals]
Yo yo, this that MC shit
That shit talkin bout, every MC in this fuckin
room is broke
Every one of em
We do this shit for the love of the music
That's word up, yo yo yo
Check this, ? backers
When's the last time you battled somebody you
faggot motherfucker?
Yo yo, yo Company Flow in the house
Yo, yo yo, yeah, eh-heh, a-hah, Rugged Man, hah
[El-P]
Population Control..
Population Control..
[Bigg Jus]
CoFlow, 1997, Population Control, servin niggaz
[El-P]
Population Control..
Population Control.. (Bless my soul!)
Population Control..
Population Control..
Population Control..
(Bless my soul!)
(Hello, what's this?)
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