get crunk [Bobbito] Microphone check, all city motherfuckers. New York, New York. (Whoowee) I tried to tell 'em...it's that Co. Flow shit...one two
in the street but respected at the bank Unsigned and hella broke, think it is when it ain't, bitch [El-P] Uh, baby, the other OTHER white meat... Whose
blurb advertising disillusionment Your family will love my low-rent, low-life no-brain, reality-dagger, MOVEMENT Hop over the border for amusement; try to test the waters that the other
I'm wild with a dosage character closely cut from a fabric that's ferocious with a misanthropes motive and a quote that drips from a slit throat livid
[Bigg Jus] It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters The krazy kings be thinking caps and sparking tags quick [x4] I was once in the
(feat. Ill Bill) "Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!" [El-Producto] Simian drugs, simian drugs Everybody's in love with our simian drugs [Ill Bill] If it wasn'
[together] C.F. digital bust critical Lighters get burned on a diamond stylus Four elements control the soundclash CoFlow responds to the crowd's mileage
smothered in margarine Hahahaha (gun sound affects) (spoken)Sorry about that, that was a bit violent Sorry about that one, you have a go jemaine: They call me the hiphop-potamus cause I got flows
of course cocaine. [Host:] On one hand, you're saying the United States government is spending millions of dollars to eliminate the flow of drugs onto
one of my artists, he got signed. But it was supposed to really go through my production company, but he ended up going straight with the company. So,
his prize-winning terrier Then next day the old fool brought little Biko to school And we all had to watch as he buried her His eulogy to Biko had all the tears a-flowing
man MC Homicide and DJ Fatal! Twin one and two my man Milk! My man Fred Dawg, the O.G.B. crew! Y'all know how we flow And I'm a drop it like this y'all
game the block hard to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings in fair times so writing rhymes it ain't just the police we kill each other just lost
flow Only love and war make history We must share flesh and bone But we don't share philosophy Some people got a ways to go Some lessons they don't ever learn To keep your enemies close The other
was record company comprised of all friends who grew up together and shared ends Nobody stepped on nobody's toes Don Juan was executive producer, Juan had beats I had flows
