Info Kill II

Lyrics

[Intro] ("Flow some old pro shit") You must get in sync You must get in sync ("Flow some old pro shit") You must get in sync You must get in sync ("Flow some old pro shit") You must get in sync You must get in sync ("Flow some old pro shit") [Verse 1: Bigg Jus] Behold, in a dark universe chasing shadows Into the burning season, slave to a sun pharaoh Icon, holding a diamond encrusted Jesus Please, stop jeffin', suck my rated 50 are in these [?] War becomes hell Still these guns blaze on in ten hour swing shifts Who I hear thoroughly known to rip shit Grab the rags and towels and swing their caps back See lab bomb autopsy report, terrorist type attack The lifeline intertwined with true belief got distorted Caught it late night on Telemundo, Nightcrawlin', teleportin' Spotted in boot camp dishing out an ass whipping, 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 [Interlude] Flow some mo' Co. shit Flow some mo' Co. shit Flow some mo' Co. shit Flow some mo' Co. shit Flow some mo' Co. shit Flow some mo' Co. shit [Verse 2: El-P] Who disperses poisonous crackers with Jim Jones One minute of verses the beats to spot zones, angled out Murder kill death 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 burn into the support beams then contort into alert 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 as you scroll through the internet Trying to match definitions to the words with which I toy See technically you're not the germ it's your sperm that's the weapon I fear ducks fertilizin and teachin their seeds the art of half steppin Spawnin little replicant idiots, so I madly touch pressure points badly Sadly but it's my duty When amnio-belief bust down, turn around for the script, I falcon See too it 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 Crotch-minded, 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 for this linguist born in new Sodom IBM Deep Blue def subtle breath control, the Kasparov pact The acidic 30-second 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 satire settle into entropy I El-Venom, patchwork I've sewn the last stitch X-axis Tilted on the side where the coulda-beens reside amongst freaks Company Flow, kill informational leaks [Outro] Flow some old pro shit Flow some old pro shit Flow some old pro shit