Population Control

[el-p]

You and your whole f**kin canned groove it'll end tepid

So when I pearl harbor don't let me catch you intrepid

I'm tellin you the wishbone been broke in my favor, crumbcake your mistake

Enterprise and see indelible, the number one feel-bad crew of the season

Just give me one reason to splash

I shall lower the flag half mast, take time to wallow

Company flow the toughest penis sucky sucky

So of course in an attempt to defend you end up unkempt

Plus this agent get orange

E-l-p-f-c-f rock for you

First cousin to sleep, red dye number five be the potion

Enter subterrean water from gem of fate like stop motion

Best to get ak-a-nickulous

Our masks aren't intangible

Auto man verse mandible

We answer to no one, we 911

Silent alarm this is harm fear the duck of learning

El-p phase through these walls like vision

Choked in the shallow water, a bad executive decision

Release the crack and please put down your skin flutes

How could ya... motherf**kers think ya...

To this mercenary sunblock 2000 burner

All of your knowledge is truant

Unlearn all of the shit

Then in overtime you become fluent, sell the f**kin store

After I present enter the spectrum your career's never no more

Enter the rectum

And at twilight we'll skip stones and laugh about your poems

But a blood-red book when the others got funcrushed is a spot

The terror fabulously gets hot

Co flow mossie, walt disney meets kaiser soze

There will be no grand comebacks unless lazarus or kotter

Inflicted bitch styles indicate with stigmata

When locked in a box but you can't say jack

Trying to paint them f**king red doors black

Like that spilled milk spoiled

While bill gates and ted turner rub each other down with olive oils

Company flow, f**k please

Bitch put away the f**kin piteous punchlines

Blue blockers break under the red light, belittled by my design

I don't try to be different I am

So inevitably my style will survive when your now turns to then

El-p, vastly crapaphobic

3-2-1 contact, never no more that's the promise

You hold toast, well I hold thomas

Golden nooks and crannies

Win my ticket raffled off the recycled thought shoppin spree winner

Congratu-f**king-lations, I dropped it now you got it

But it's only a matter of time before waldo gets spotted

Pulled out of the crowd and martyred, a good old fashioned stonin

My children, the professional has left the f**kin buildin

Check check check check check one two

Until but for now

You can't get run at night

Curfews is issued in the daylight (repeat 3x)

[r.a. the rugged man] * [speaks over chorus vocals]

Yo yo, who the f**k think they know about this hip-hop shit?

These motherf**kin kids live this shit

Live they f**kin lives

Who the f**k you think you are? talkin bout this rap shit

These are the real motherf**kers (population control)

This is the real hip-hop shit

Some shit that none of y'all faggot motherf**kers know about

That's word life!

[bigg jus]

The daylight goblin, even in the nights we rip shit up ("bless my soul!")

The two franchise players that make your whole squad look butt

Who brought the march madness competition til october

Got you thinking that shit became a bit little harder

These niggaz is f**king soldiers

Indelible mercenaries that's why ballin gets me on the nutsack

For the murderous intellect highly infections on contact

You need to come quicker than that

To snatch the cheddar from the mousetrap

Small timer, it takes crazy engineering

To f**k with anything from quantum physics to thought transmitters

Next up be that over .400 switch hitter

Out the park kingpin dave couldn't do justice ("bless my soul!")

Pound for pound, it be these 2000 rap slugfests

Hardcore when future emcees fight future wars

But for now, I'm fightin a squad of super-whores

Butt-f**king invincible coflow skills for take-out

Where you can get the beef broccoli with extra duck sauce

The quick draw, intend to keep cops reachin for the bearclaws

Come meet the coney island intruder hit the arts way after midnight

Had a scheme for a burner etched out tonight in graphite

Apply the same ideology of b-boys demented to the mic

And scratch the sounds like a quarter inch bolt broken off

Coflow, coming at you from every verse payola shit

Got stations blessin me off two thousand for every song minute

Secretly teach background vocals in r&b clinics

Until but for now

You can't get run at night

Curfews is issued in the daylight (repeat 3x)

[r.a. the rugged man] * [speaks over all other vocals]

Yo yo, this that mc shit

That shit talkin bout, every mc in this f**kin room is broke

Every one of em

We do this shit for the love of the music

That's word up, yo yo yo

Check this, ? backers

When's the last time you battled somebody you faggot motherf**ker?

Yo yo, yo company flow in the house

Yo, yo yo, yeah, eh-heh, a-hah, rugged man, hah

[el-p]

Population control..

Population control..

[bigg jus]

Coflow, 1997, population control, servin niggaz

[el-p]

Population control..

Population control.. ("bless my soul!")

Population control..

Population control..

Population control..

("bless my soul!")

("hello, what's this? ")