[Spoken telephone conversation] El-P: "Straight up if it wasn't for cats like me For real and I am not bullshittin If it wasn't for cats like me you wouldn't be in the rec In the door and I know that's true now knowwhatmsayin? Because now you're really in some of it"
[Sole] Where's len? I told len that fuckin; I sai {slight pause} Quote, that I said, I love company flow I don't wanna be against you guys I-I-I quote Quote, unquote I said, I wanna be down - you know; Like I said I don't want beef with you guys YouknowIamlikedude; like fuckin This whole shit is bananas, y'know"
El-P: "Like you're gonna make it by dissing me You know the record that got CoFlow scared, knowwhatmsayin?? It's like DO I SOUND SCARED??"
Sole: "No I don't think you sound very scared"
[Verse one] Some cats know us but this one don't I oughta pierce this fuckin' phallus through your rookie ass throat Yo Duke, don't step to me until you're ripened fruit I'm loopy from the invitations from funeral glue Stone poems dissolve combatants via shards through 56k high speed Still blitzed like relaxed I'll call geisha fellatio deeds Like fertilizer bombs packed in air tower compartment docks Sticky fuck revolution shot - send all complaints to Rupert Murdoch I'll black out in the mug of suburbanites with little stinger's crew You volunteer for the draft stupid--thats on you! On some upper middle class romantic notion So the mortar scraps'll fly cry gates section 8 escape like Klinger do The demented happy face bruised back for pussycrew packin' Rockin clam diggers with cut knees in Hepatitis puddles -- no vaccine Plus 99% are down but you still give respect for Silently questionin' your direction - like Amistad passenger section Gilbert Grape against Magneto odds; Ultimate Break 5 versus your needle pops; Davey Jones versus Goliath; I'm Ed Sullivan Beatles crowd response I slowed it down - try to download this gig to formatted floppy disk While heads bop like epileptics sucking my dick to some off-beat shit
Sole: "I l-l-l-l-l-l-love Company Flow" ::scratch:: "y-y-you faggot"
This spoiled brat little young saga got a mommy bought my sampler tapes (Sole: "I wanna be down") Make sure every one-sheet, snippet, tape, flyer, sticker and t-shirt Got a representation of my name and face I rock beats that Tina Yothers morning sickness without makeup ugly duckling Fucked up four track dirty ass crack pirate radio readiness Okay fella; I own my masters, lyrics, merchandise Mic, turntables, style, psychosis, pain and penis Deranged cadence kills syllable meters UV needles Makin gangsters in the crowd throw bottles at my people We dip on life cycles few data crisp since Custom Jeep Dapper Dan era in 3 fat goose Swingin discs of Tron to disembowel your village elder Fuckin' sick isn't it? Bucket my piss while you're at it kiss the dog dick Try to act monstrous but just a Beanie Baby after my profit That don't do much for hip hop, that isn't respect it's cock-fondlin' In eighty-nine we called it tip-doggin; but you wouldn't know that, rookie Don't ever try to front like you know me or my people By the way Vordul did I bite?
Vordul: "yea right!!--thats fantasy lie snake trife"
Sole: "like fuckin - this whole shit is bananas"
[Verse Two] You little lying motherfucker, you know you kiss my ass And then you try to ::scratch:: "change up the past" Who fell into their own hari kiri kit when they lied to themselves Self abuse by selling lies self destructive I am Captain Kirk, Spock and Lieutenant Uhura on the away team You're Henson Lebowitz -- the sacrificial lamb for the episode You beamed to the w