The head burner cookin  eminate thought and grab my phallus
 Please  I pump kinetics with unintentional malice
 Wanna battle one of us is endin up in God's palace
 Doubt my shit's Official  the Megatron missile
 Bio computer virus with flesh eating potential
 (I'm convinced) future MC's are sending robots back in time
 as we speak to kill my mother before I'm born  be warned
 You catch a high place cinchin, lucky you just the engine
 On a vision quest but my breathe is on
 bad intentions to herd the lyrical peak, at my inventions
 CoFlow providing DJ's with turntable weapons
 Snatch that, Disco Daddy, father pops grand shh
 Eliminate pretense, turn rocks to sand
 You're rockin low budget Doctor Who special effects
 and that's half-baked, you never get a buck when you act
 E-L dash, P is servin ----- we smash
 be a bootleg, and buildin up a fat nest egg
 I say fuck you, it's easy, say it again FUCK YOU
 Love love to rock bottom beats for the flicks
 To hibernate and syncopate but I'm still in the mix
 One of the many young policin breathers knockin out sequence
 Life's a L-O-T-T-O, carry a switch for self-defense
 Rappers try to front, but when I rhyme, where that beef went?
 If I'm just a reflection then I'm takin over mirrors
 ?woo lock to mack cornum status?, maybe that's clearer
 *Mr. Len cuts KRS-One saying 'Live and direct'*
 See what I'm saying? See what I'm saying?
 It's just the chorus, it's just the chorus
 It's till infinity, CoFlow shit, and that's it
 I rock prisms in different downtowns
 Tainted blood donor, bustin melodies around sound
 Left-wing extremist, hip-hop militia
 Bitches suck the penis competition call me Mister
 when I Collude, with Mr. Len it's brainfood, strictly
 Never again I let a record label trap me
 Try to clap me, with paperwork that leaves me empty
 Gas me to diss me, I swear to God you'd have to kill me
 Turpentine FDA approved tactics
 Styles invade for thin skinned rappers I bust scholastics
 Sixteen-oh-four mackie plus
 leave you in the dust, bustin them ?try move for Jus?
 Ninety degrees is CoFlow, runnin interference
 MC's they bite my shit, but I don't give em sample clearance
 Hell, I put my shit out even if I have to sell
 like a bucket of herbs before a pressing, oppressing
 but somewhat excessive, sexually suggestive
 I can suck a cookie out of pussy, no question
 Back off, deadly like cigarettes and black coffee
 Long as I got lungs and a knot you can't stop me
 *Mr. Len scratches again*
 It's till infinity
 CoFlow shit
 KnowhatI'msayin, check it out, check it out
 MC's is like livin in breakbeat hell
 You try to knock me off the ladder kid the fatter I swell
 It don't matter turnin liquid into wine by design
 Not sayin I'm Je-sus, the holy buck, with a halo
 Just an urbanite riding the train till I hit paydirt
 Smoke bones that's in a CoFlow tracks and like max
 that's my flavor, experimental behavior ?by scientist?
 Got props from Brooklyn Hasidic Jews to Queens Zionists
 The Manhattan/New Jersualem type connection
 Mork in erection, fiendin out for female affection
 My style is one whole piece, your shit is just the Cliff Notes
 Eminent plays chronic, MC's pneumonic
 You're buggin now fuck that, radio wack reconvene
 I sign for my condition, Company Flow vaccine
 Indelible MC's, choice top status
 Krazy Kings, from juvenile techniques to manhood
 I make my own grain and go against it
 Pissin on authority, dropped out of school, for seniority
 to do this hip-hop shit, but resonate classic
 Pops wasn't around so I'm a secondhand bastard
 Hypothesis simple, the earth is my pimple
 Pocket the extra cash then CoFlow multplying like triplets
 It's senseless, leaving rapeprs elderly and defenseless
 Going into details is worthless, fuck it
 I got your surplus, as long as there'll be peons on the surface
 I claim my outpost and boast, cause I deserve to
 Swerve to, miss the link, colder than a fetus on a hockey rink
 You think not what? Best be he not
 For ? and not givin up a little somethin at the weed spot
 Bigg Jus what's the verdict on this beat (that shit is mad hot)
 Give a whistle if you hear this, can't best me
 Try to keep my lyrics short and fat like Joe Pesci
 God bless me
 *Mr. Len*
 Know what I'm saying, till infinity
 Still working out the bugs
 It's gonna be on though
 MC's can't fuck with me, CoFlow shit
 Forgot to tell you that
 Mr. Len, Bigg Jus, BMS, and then you have me, Elijah
 The one and only diamond speechless starving artist
 Goin on from nine to five
 CoFlow shit, Mr. Len