[Intro]
("Flow some old pro shit")
You must get in sync
You must get in sync
("Flow some old pro shit")
You must get in sync
You must get in sync
("Flow some old pro shit")
You must get in sync
You must get in sync
("Flow some old pro shit")

[Verse 1: Bigg Jus]
Behold, in a dark universe chasing shadows
Into the burning season, slave to a sun pharaoh
Icon, holding a diamond encrusted Jesus
Please, stop jeffin', suck my rated 50 are in these [?]
War becomes hell
Still these guns blaze on in ten hour swing shifts
Who I hear thoroughly known to rip shit
Grab the rags and towels and swing their caps back
See lab bomb autopsy report, terrorist type attack
The lifeline intertwined with true belief got distorted
Caught it late night on Telemundo, Nightcrawlin', teleportin'
Spotted in boot camp dishing out an ass whipping, 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
[Interlude]
Flow some mo' Co. shit
Flow some mo' Co. shit
Flow some mo' Co. shit
Flow some mo' Co. shit
Flow some mo' Co. shit
Flow some mo' Co. shit

[Verse 2: El-P]
Who disperses poisonous crackers with Jim Jones
One minute of verses the beats to spot zones, angled out
Murder kill death 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 burn into the support beams then contort into alert 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 as you scroll through the internet
Trying to match definitions to the words with which I toy
See technically you're not the germ it's your sperm that's the weapon
I fear ducks fertilizin and teachin their seeds the art of half steppin
Spawnin little replicant idiots, so I madly touch pressure points badly
Sadly but it's my duty
When amnio-belief bust down, turn around for the script, I falcon
See too it 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
Crotch-minded, 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 for this linguist born in new Sodom
IBM Deep Blue def subtle breath control, the Kasparov pact
The acidic 30-second 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 satire settle into entropy
I El-Venom, patchwork I've sewn the last stitch X-axis
Tilted on the side where the coulda-beens reside amongst freaks
Company Flow, kill informational leaks
[Outro]
Flow some old pro shit
Flow some old pro shit
Flow some old pro shit