Population Control Lyrics by Company Flow

Population Control Lyrics

    [El-P]
    You and your whole fuckin canned groove it'll 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 unkempt
    Plus this Agent get Orange
    E-L-P-F-C-F rock for you

    First cousin to sleep, red dye number five be the potion
    Enter subterrean water from gem of fate like stop motion
    Best to get ak-a-nickulous
    Our masks aren't intangible
    Auto man verse mandible
    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 crack and 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 fuckin 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 Kaiser 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 Bill Gates and Ted Turner rub each other down with olive oils
    Company Flow, fuck please
    Bitch put away the fuckin piteous punchlines
    Blue 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 shoppin 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

    Check check check check check one two

    Until but for now
    You can't get run at night
    Curfews is issued in the daylight (repeat 3X)

    [R.A. the Rugged Man] * [speaks over chorus 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!

    [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 niggaz is fucking soldiers
    Indelible mercenaries that's why ballin gets me on the nutsack
    For the murderous intellect highly infections 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

    Until but for now
    You can't get run at night
    Curfews is issued in the daylight (repeat 3X)

    [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, ? 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

    [El-P]
    Population Control..
    Population Control..

    [Bigg Jus]
    CoFlow, 1997, Population Control, servin niggaz

    [El-P]
    Population Control..
    Population Control.. ("Bless my soul!")
    Population Control..
    Population Control..
    Population Control..
    ("Bless my soul!")
    ("Hello, what's this?")

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