Flow some mo' Co shit (repeat 4X)

[El P] My skit is sick (repeat 6X)

Verse One: Bigg Jus

The hope in a dark universe chasing shadows

Into the burning season slay to a sunk pharaoh

Icon holding a diamond encrusted Jesus

Please stop check and suck my rated 50 are in these chromosomes hell

Still these guns blaze on a ten hour swing shift

Who I had thoroughly wanted to rip shit

Grab the rags and towels and swing their caps back

See lab bomb autopsy report, terrorist type of 'tack

The lifeline intertwined with true belief got distorted

Caught it late night on Telemundo, Night Court it, teleport it

Spotted in boot camp dishing out an ass whpping, bad decision

Align astrologically to ensure global time positioning

Take aim, blast government conspiracies out the frame

Excuse me, El Diablo, excuse me

The worldwide b-boy exhibit is now closed

Widen your distribution of nitrogen, swing nightsticks on patrol

The Bad Lieutenant, digital chaos out of control

Deep in a swampland, the killer's out officially financed

Graffiti crazed individual rock steady in all his fury

Backspinnin on these crabs, signed sincerely yours truly

Flow some mo' Co shit (repeat 6X)

Verse Two: El-P

Who disperses poisonous crackers with gem tones

One minute of verses the beats to spot zones, angled out

Murder kill def sucky bitch cock and that's your best shot

Strictly Freudian the way I see another crab frontin within the

inkblot

Like that dung beetle squirmin around in the residue of my math

The design burnt into the support beam and contorted into a love mode

Seemingly gave the whole squad the Hiroshima for preference

For using my blueprints as a point of reference

Co Flow can only exist in your void which is closed in the internet

Trying to match definitions to the words with which I taught

See technically you're not the germ it's your sperm that's the weapon

I fear ducks fertilizin and teachin their seeds all the half steppin

Spawnin little replicate idiots, so I madly touch pressure points

badly

Sadly but it's my duty

When amnio-belief bust down, turn around for the script that I falcon

See that with that you drown, eerily...

Under the bridge micronautics

Pop is pure but then the septic system bubble up through the artists

454 Fahrenheit bombers we are

As long as I can see the North Star

Cross minds but don't try to hide

the use of a gun as an extension of the penis

When Yin collides with Yang you see me burn into the Phoenix

Blinded don't test me I already received my G.E.D.

Scored in the top .5 percentile in the country, quite easily

Record mode set up the EQ for minus

Infect it like the germs that metamorph up in your sinus

As with this slang was born a new Sodom

I be a Deep Blue def subtle breath control that Kasparov pack

The acidic 32nd contact

While snakes try to scream out what a friend is

Then lick off like Mendendez

With only a stick so I can blood just bricklay a biggie thick set

aside suit

Homicide sad times settle into entropy

I El-Venom, patchwork I've sewn the last stitch X-axis

Tilted on the side where they coulda been residing amongst freaks

Company Flow, kill informational leaks

Flow some mo' Co shit (repeat 3X