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, Nightcrawlin', teleportin'  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)