[Brewin]
 Check  check it
 Fuckin with a nigga like myself your lyrics fail
 LaVerne's gear shows your record so molest the hoes buttnaked
 Youse a loser  your crappin shoulda kept it to your lonesome
 But you like  'Look everybody  I'm a silly microphone crumb'
 You oughta turn to me  I flaunt essential vocally
 First team all university while your squad is benchin locally
 Don't mention joke to me, aiyyo dem niggaz ain't atomic
 Ain't the comic niggaz gutsy, after the disembowelin
 Don't fuck around, I eat out with your shorty with the crew
 and she be late for head, she want a tape and dreads
 and thought of you, a little stinger
 My shit'll bring the epitome of bitterly jealous
 Forever living crazy minded trying to tell us
 how you do it on the power-U, it's simple shit'll get props
 Don't let me bring it God I swing it hard like little kid bops
 So front I keep the tone vexin, but to the heads
 stay pleasant to the ears just think of Lauryn Hill on phone sexin
 [J-Treds]
 Relentless poetic rhyme never ceases infinity
 Forever smokin the mic lyric contact I be open
 Naturally high and no need to pass the Dutchie
 I'm the living circle circle dot dot, nobody can touch me
 At my post, the most high exalted, mind blower
 When I rap it it's strictly 'I can't believe he just said that shit'
 Material crews, who can't think straight sober
 My flows over your head, I enjoy the aerial view
 Focus from the bird's eye, in my scenario, of dominance
 Filth eatin weaklings, we're bumRussian/rushin like dirty communists
 Raisin, my Iron Curtain revealin my words the gospel
 No apples or giant serpents, the enlightened apostle
 J-Treds, I lace heads like tennis players top seeded
 Not meanin to cause a racket, or front the menace
 My words speak for themselves, so feel me
 Cause on the mic I've got more presence
 than attendence in a class of schizophrenics, hear hear
 Drink to that pick up raps, intoxicating
 Got your craving my living proof, mixture of speech and wine
 To' up from just the flow but pass the liquor it's over
 Henny dead even when twisted I get open like Venetian blinds
 Company Flow, the fire in which you burn slow
 I remain Indelible
 J-Treds, Juggaknotz, to touch the flame you ought not
 I remain Indelible
 [El-P]
 Check check check check check check
 I the Don Digital, slash, piranha morph
 Alongside poor terrible surgeons, who blur comic perspectives
 and wonder how to get bent, that flaming Malatov shit
 Unstoppable object hits unmovable wall and space split
 This rogue cherub got his own twisted agenda, catch that
 Walkin on flatlines, you witness me grow WAY beyond corporate control
 Let them eat cake, cause I introduce myself as a mistake
 Slipped through the quills with a serrated barb stabbed, sharp in the
 gut
 Now we can all become Lord of the Flies
 when this industry sees it's demise
 Hold it up and try to destruct you get zapped with dead eyes
 The five factions giganti the fuck up and get touched
 The group hugs you received from your support group
 can't protect you from the bumrush
 I'm known to slip arsenic mickies and talk shoot then reform
 With an unprecedented fierceness, display these powers of Storm
 I wasn't born in a manger but I still received three gifts
 Alphabetically listed they're Big Juss, Mr. Len, and I
 See the field creatures scurry, I the killer, caution
 Try to merk off of the pile but you choked on my motherfuckin portion
 Spade within my excrement bitch parody
 Your insanity is my clarity, not to mention convention
 is a great war weapon, disguised under the guise of institutionalism


 but still prison, the bad batch of jism
 Who stands, who falls, this is the one the DJ calls lick the ass crack
 On the wack I keep tabs like Timothy Leary and/or ASCAP
 The iron lung is now rustable, you're overrated
 As in smoking dust or sonic contracts that haven't been thoroughly
 debated
 Got my name up in your mouth like cock or gingivitis
 when every rhyme becomes the official new blueprint for wannabe
 writers
 Catch a smack to the face on principle
 Even when I say nothing it's a beautiful use of negative space
 Indelibles is invincible, El-P don't forget the fuckin name
 Come on Columbo I know you figured this shit out, nobody sounds the
 same
 [Bigg Jus]
 It gives me great pleasure when true elements get together
 and lace the track rough enough to withstand, any type of weather
 If you want it I got it, chemically hemming up the seams
 with a poly-epoxy type of a mixture that be, fatal if you sniff it
 These, stupid ones pop the microdots
 then lean into the sound's religion, watch these styles straight box
 you up
 Coming with clean concise thoughts, penetrating patterns
 Not beyond your comprehension but ejected wide beyond the barrel
 Yo, catch the rarest glimpses of the planet once known as Earth
 that gravitated, before inner violence heated it up, then it burnt
 It be these two style slide niggaz who will rock off
 any beat you push
 Cell Therapy Down South Goodie Mob and Special Ed's The Bush
 It's like this, for the niggaz who got caught sleepin and didn't know
 It be these four actors crazy kings, worlds to revolve around CoFlow
 Coming at you in a blazing orange hunting vest thirty yard night scope
 first day of deer hunting, you got scoped out like the foreign Juss
 Not the type of nigga to steal any scene too long son
 I might lace you, leave the EP evidence and then I'm gone