Population Control

[Intro: El-P] You and your whole fuckin canned groove will end tepid So when I Pearl Harbor don't let me catch you intrepid I'm tellin you the wishbone been broke in my favor, crumbcake your mistake Enterprise and see Indelible, the number one feel-bad crew of the season Just give me one reason to splash I shall lower the flag half mast, take time to wallow Company Flow the toughest penis sucky sucky So of course in an attempt to defend you end up on Kemp Plus this Agent get Orange E-L-P-F-C-F rock for you [Verse 1: El-P] First cousin to sleep, red dye number five be the potion Enter subterrean water from gem of fake like stock motion Best to get ak-a-nickulous Our masks aren't intangible, Automan vers' Manimal We answer to no one, we 911 Silent alarm this is harm fear the duck of learning El-P phase through these walls like Vision Choked in the shallow water, a bad executive decision Release the Kraken please put down your skin flutes How could ya... motherfuckers think ya... To this mercenary sunblock 2000 burner All of your knowledge is truant, unlearn all of the shit Then in overtime you become fluent, sell the fucking store After I present enter the spectrum your career's never no more Enter the rectum and at twilight we'll skip stones and laugh about your poems But a blood-red book when the others got funcrushed is a spot The terror fabulously gets hot, Co Flow mossie Walt Disney meets Keyser Soze There will be no grand comebacks unless Lazarus or Kotter Inflicted bitch styles indicate with stigmata When locked in a box but you can't say Jack Trying to paint them fucking red doors black Like that spilled milk spoiled, while Ted Turner and Bill Gates rub each other Down with olive oils, Company Flow, fuck please Bitch put away the fucking piteous punchlines Blu Blockers break under the red light, belittled by my design I don't try to be different, I am So inevitably my style will survive when your now turns to then El-P, vastly crapaphobic 3-2-1 Contact, never no more that's the promise You hold toast, well I hold Thomas, golden nooks and crannies Win my ticket raffled off the recycled thought shopping spree winner Congratu-fucking-lations, I dropped it now you got it But it's only a matter of time before Waldo gets spotted Pulled out of the crowd and martyred, a good old fashioned stonin My children, the professional has left the fuckin buildin [Interlude] Check check check check check one two [Hook x3] Until but for now You can't get run at night Curfews is issued in the daylight [R.A. the Rugged Man *speaks over Hook vocals*] Yo yo, who the FUCK think they know about this hip-hop shit? These motherfuckin kids LIVE this shit Live they fuckin LIVES Who the fuck you think you are? Talkin bout this rap shit These are the REAL motherfuckers (Population Control) This IS the real hip-hop shit Some shit that none of y'all faggot motherfuckers know about That's word life! [Verse 2: Bigg Jus] The daylight goblin, even in the nights we rip shit up (Bless my soul!) The two franchise players that make your whole squad look butt Who brought the March Madness competition til October Got you thinking that shit became a bit little harder These niggas is fucking soldiers Indelible mercenaries that's why ballin gets me on the nutsack For the murderous intellect highly infectious on contact You need to come quicker than that To snatch the cheddar from the mousetrap Small timer, it takes crazy engineering To fuck with anything from quantum physics to thought transmitters Next up be that over .400 switch hitter Out the park Kingpin Dave couldn't do justice (Bless my soul!) Pound for pound, it be these 2000 rap slugfests Hardcore when future emcees fight future wars But for now, I'm fightin a squad of super-whores Butt-fucking invincible CoFlow skills for take-out Where you can get the beef broccoli with extra duck sauce The quick draw, intend to keep cops reachin for the bearclaws Come meet the Coney Island intruder hit the arts way after midnight Had a scheme for a burner etched out tonight in graphite Apply the same ideology of b-boys demented to the mic And scratch the sounds like a quarter inch bolt broken off CoFlow, coming at you from every verse payola shit Got stations blessin me off two thousand for every song minute Secretly teach background vocals in R&B clinics [Hook x3] [R.A. the Rugged Man *speaks over all other vocals*] Yo yo, this that MC shit That shit talkin bout, every MC in this fuckin room is broke Every one of em We do this shit for the love of the music That's word up, yo yo yo Check this, fuckin' broke backers When's the last time you battled somebody you faggot motherfucker? Yo yo, yo Company Flow in the house Yo, yo yo, yeah, eh-heh, a-hah, Rugged Man, hah Lick my balls [Outro: El-P {Big Juss}] Population Control.. Population Control.. {CoFlow, 1997, Population Control, servin niggas} Population Control.. Population Control.. (Bless my soul!) Population Control.. Population Control.. Population Control.. (Bless my soul!) (Hello, what's this?)