Текст (слова) песни: Company Flow - The Fire in Which You Burn

[brewin]

Check, check it

Fuckin with a nigga like myself your lyrics fail

Lavernes gear shows your record so unless the hoes buttnaked

Youse a loser, decrepit, shoulda kept it to your lonesome

But you like, look everybody, Im a silly microphone crumb

You oughta turn to me, I flaunt essential vocally

First team all university while your squad is benchin locally

Dont mention joke to me, aiyyo dem niggaz aint atomic

Aint the comic niggaz gutsy, after the disembowelin

Dont 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 shitll bring the epitome of bitterly jealous

Forever living crazy minded trying to tell us

How you do it on the power-u, its simple shitll get props

Dont 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

Im the living circle circle dot dot, nobody can touch me

At my post, the most high exalted, mind blower

When I rap it its strictly i cant believe he just said that shit

Material crews, who cant think straight sober

My flows over your head, I enjoy the aerial view

Focus from the birds eye, in my scenario, of dominance

Filth eatin weaklings, were 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 Ive 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 its 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 its 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

Cant protect you from the bumrush

Im known to slip arsenic mickies in talk soup then reform

With an unprecedented fierceness, display these powers of storm

I wasnt born in a manger but I still received three gifts

Alphabetically listed theyre 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, youre overrated

As in smoking dust or sonic contracts that havent 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 its a beautiful use of negative space

Indelibles is invincible, el-p dont 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 sounds 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 eds the bush

Its like this, for the niggaz who got caught sleepin and didnt 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 Im gone

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get props Dont 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 Im the living circle circle dot dot, nobody can touch me At my post, the most high exalted, mind blower When I rap it its strictly i cant believe he just said that shit Material crews, who cant think straight sober My flows over your head, I enjoy the aerial view Focus from the birds eye, in my scenario, of dominance Filth eatin weaklings, were 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 Ive 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 its 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 its 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 Cant protect you from the bumrush Im known to slip arsenic mickies in talk soup then reform With an unprecedented fierceness, display these powers of storm I wasnt born in a manger but I still received three gifts Alphabetically listed theyre 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, youre overrated As in smoking dust or sonic contracts that havent 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 its a beautiful use of negative space Indelibles is invincible, el-p dont 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 sounds 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 eds the bush Its like this, for the niggaz who got caught sleepin and didnt 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 Im gone Нравится песня? 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