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[Brewin]
Check, check it
Fuckin with a nigga like myself your lyrics fail
LaVerne's gear shows your record so unless the
hoe's buttnaked
youse 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
[J-Treds]
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 bumRussian/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 attendence 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
[El-P]
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 flatlines, 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 giganti the fuck up and get
touched
The group hugs you received from your support
group
can't protect you from the bumrush
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 wannabe writers
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 Columbo I know you figured this shit out,
nobody sounds the same
[Bigg Jus]
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
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