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 pressin, impressive  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 behavioral sciences  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 "War and Peace" - 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  Now and forever 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..