[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, Night Court it, teleport it
 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