Intro/Chorus:
 Soon you'll see
 As I flow fluently to frequently  another MC
 will drop off the face of this Earth  for what it's worth
 I've been the nastiest  one since birth
 "New York is number one today in the house!"
 [El P]
 I'll do the simple shit  strike harder than Hoffa
 El the maladjusted MC  Funcrusher
 Massive  a sign for my condition automatic
 Goldstar connect thoughts get jostled at your position
 Listen, abort mission without further discussion
 Dual personality, half me ?
 Doc Jekyll when I burn your paragraph down to a haiku
 So Tootsie Roll motherfuck back to your seat cause I don't like you
 I got a hundred beats, all nicer than your joint
 Karaoke MC's need not receive G's that's the whole point
 Be out within the crowd get open like herpes simplex sores
 on vexed pussy found that I put more crush, on crews than Jets
 You're just that simple plus overfronted -- but that's the status
 Cold caught my shit you better not sit, so stop the madness
 With hip-hop guidelines I state I never liked authority
 When sales control stats I place no faith in the majority
 Chorus
 Auto, matic, just for my people
 Auto, matic, just for my crew
 Auto, matic if you're wack then you'll get
 knocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too
 "New York is number one today in the house!"
 [El-P]
 I analyze, people call me El so son catch it
 MC's be disillusioned as hell, them can't hack it
 I'ma knock you out your tax bracket
 Slipped into the wrong hands, the mental barbarian
 Stay-Freshed in Ziplock, money plot hatcher
 How the fuck you gonna bring a Go-Cart to the Grand Prix hee hee
 laughter, enter for irreconcilable disaster
 I'ma protect mine like a Japanese fighting sticks master
 Aim, pierce your vital nerve, the bloody conquest
 Rappers they be like ? bro, I sunk your Battleship
 Ultra-magneto, burnin pee burns my credo
 Mad men cry like when you realize you got a shirt full of infrared
 dots
 plus I'm scopin at this bitch, be prepared for the mental headshots
 When the CoFlow leave the room, we takin mics bitches and boom
 (the incredible BMS...)
 [BMS]
 Now the mint and governor get paid, collectin off raids
 all the cash that was made from a brother, New York Undercover
 Don't love her, still I'm SuperHun
 Rhyme styles monstrosities, fools never stoppin me
 I swat MC's quite easily, Dunn
 Imitate styles most complain you can't begin to express
 Elevate off this, nine times to your brain
 makes your mind manifest, shit's hopeless
 Stop stop the nonsense, this could not accomplish
 Low pro interactive, go open carsnatchin
 CoFlow, by all means necessary packin rhymes is automatic
 Check the barrel circumfrence who done it, confirm it sewers done run
 it
 BMS just a killer plus serial
 But still ill and Sugarhill, to the fullest extent
 Tactic G represent, C-4 blowin up
 like the doors and this president (Dead, Presidents)
 Chorus
 Auto, matic, just for my people
 Auto, matic, just for my crew
 Auto, matic if you're wack then you'll get
 knocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too
 [El-P]
 I'm gettin fresh for my freeform
 All hold heart rocks down when I'm turnin veterans to greenhorn
 Beat it, make a bee-line, be lax or you'll be outed
 Spit words that's really cold, pinchin lymph nodes, El
 The inconvenience to your master plan fell, your shit's abyssmal
 Decimal point, zero for the judge burnin rhyme books
 Fuck basic, iambic pentameter just dissolves
 So I'll say fuck you suck your marrow like a chicken wing, from pluck
 you
 Location I'll rock like Zeke, calamity
 What's your composure, shoot sex like Vanity it's over
 Done it again brainstorm slice in your direction
 Cut the belly of your block open over to C-Section
 Death callin one, for the dysfunctional son
 Trapped in my digital domain ... (the El to the P)
 Yo fuck rappers that freak a fable, phony will make them fall out
 Frequencies painful run em as sonar, CoFlow's the callout
 You're misaligned, I turn benign breaks into malignant
 Knock em out the box, capture they flag and kick they can in
 Badlands, live one down the information highway
 Write a rhyme in braille, send a fuckin battle to your e-mail
 Yes once again empty MC's we have had here for those
 fortune enough to feel this, blessed number one ichiban
 numero uno crew -- track runner stun gunner plus vocal
 freak show performance
 Company Flow rockin shit from the intro to the outro
 Nevertheless I must digress for the master
 The walking FreshFest MC's pure when in soil
 yet shallow when the bank roll
 The independant representation of what MC's can and should be
 Judge prosecution defendant and jury
 "New York... New York... New York... New York...
 New York is number one today in the house