Tragedy of War in 3 parts Lyrics by Company Flow

Tragedy of War in 3 parts Lyrics

    *Mr. Len cuts and scratches the phrase "Jus' style is infinite"*

    [Bigg Jus]
    Yo, yo, it stink like dead rappers, check it
    The re-birth, type of warfare biological
    Delve into my Waterworld, overcome any obstacle
    In your bodyframe we're aimin for the jugular
    Kids take my styles like D.A. to drug smugglers
    Jus the acquisite a
    prize
    , the lyrical Charmin
    You ridin fat, hoochies tryin to glimpse the summit
    In the wintertime yo I be killin Storm Troopers
    Cluein your crew in to exactly who done it
    Bigg Jus mind invention the king battle of epic proportions
    Lyrical intrigue, the master of contortion
    Optimized computerization virus
    Paradoxical acoustic sound bombing
    My complexity weaves fourth-dimensional in your mind
    Check the index under ego smashin
    Propaganda bashin, meetin the merciless
    Pry apart your bourgeoise industry functions
    Smoke the rhymes to give the microphone lung cancer
    You crabs is straight slummin
    A good investment, a high-yield earning
    Your high anxiety burning off the fumes from my burners
    My evil memoirs interleave intrigue
    to get more niggaz high than Kilimanjaro
    Indelible confrontation be way out your league
    So say goodbye, to tomorrow like Key
    Otherwise or the king of action
    Packed like a liquor store auto when check cashin

    Never before, have you been able to witness
    so much cruelty, live and in color
    In the privacy, of your own home

    *Mr. Len cuts and scratches "painful"*

    *Mr. Len cuts and scratches "El P is here to spark it"*

    [El-P]
    Alright bring that down though
    One two..
    When I walk I stomp out messages
    MC's with they holiday hollow chocolate mics appear thespian
    Forbidden got a stomach full of pop rocks and thumbtacks ingested
    Deaded, similar to cold war Asians as a law can cost effective
    This mister wizard blitzed by the kilometer don't resist
    Shit alternative fuel combat conglomerates
    I'm on it like shit is in a bag via colostomy
    Hostile macho stuck tryin to get his buck in a lottery
    I'm not dead pilot a cropduster ahead of resevoir bound
    Drop the payload, cargo packed by the Dow Jones'
    Got your holed up in a marble chest and rebels leak urine
    Your basic components of a mechanized style modular
    Fury has no pattern like the gain enslaves the shifty
    Quite simply for both king of panic, implode
    Bureacratic backers provoke my frantic rantings
    Fuck with up and comers like in my school is senseless
    We all felt pain arranged from migraines to chronic jaundice
    Stepped into the country bar flippin strictly ebonics
    Fell upon a M*A*S*H unit wounded
    I practically froze and felt stony, vision I suppose
    Memo track that's just trapped in Japanime and molested
    And can't recall the glance of the action was comfortable express
    shots from the tachyon synchronized
    I settled directly down to it and studied for your demise
    Skeletal frames proceed to safe tree that was splashed
    The Jackson Pollack effect
    Without directly coordinating men it's jump Watership Down
    Dissension, to kill the pig and pay the rent invention

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