Luyện nghe bài hát Population Control

You and your whole fuckin canned groove it'll end
So when I Pearl don't let me catch you intrepid
I'm tellin you the wishbone been in my favor, crumbcake your mistake
Enterprise and see Indelible, the number one bad crew of the season
Just give me one to splash
I shall lower the flag half mast, take time to
Company Flow the toughest penis sucky
So of course in an attempt to defend you end up
Plus this Agent get
E-L-P-F-C-F for you
First cousin to sleep, red dye number five be the
Enter subterrean water from gem of fate like stop
to get ak-a-nickulous
Our masks intangible
man verse mandible
We to no one, we 911
Silent alarm this is harm fear the duck of
El-P phase through walls like vision
Choked in the water, a bad executive decision
Release the crack and put down your skin flutes
How could ya think ya
To this mercenary sunblock burner
All of your is truant
Unlearn all of the
Then in you become fluent, sell the fuckin store
After I enter the spectrum your career's never no more
the rectum
And at twilight we'll skip stones and about your poems
But a blood-red book when the got funcrushed is a spot
The terror gets hot
Co Flow mossie, Walt meets Kaiser Soze
There will be no grand comebacks unless or Kotter
Inflicted bitch styles indicate stigmata
When locked in a box but you can't say
Trying to paint them fucking red doors
that spilled milk spoiled
While Bill Gates and Ted Turner rub other down with olive oils

Company Flow, fuck
Bitch put away the fuckin punchlines
Blue break under the red light, belittled by my design
I don't try to be I am
So inevitably my style will survive your now turns to then
El P, crapaphobic
3 2 1 Contact, never no that's the promise
You hold toast, I hold Thomas
Golden and crannies
Win my ticket raffled off the recycled shoppin spree winner

Congratu-fucking-lations, I it now you got it
But it's only a matter of time Waldo gets spotted
out of the crowd and martyred, a good old fashioned stonin
My children, the professional has the fuckin buildin

Check check check check one two

but for now
You get run at night
Curfews is in the daylight

but for now
You can't get run at
Curfews is issued in the

but for now
You get run at night
Curfews is in the daylight

but for now
You get run at night
Curfews is in the daylight

Yo yo, who the fuck think they know about hip-hop shit?
motherfuckin kids live this shit
Live they fuckin
Who the fuck you think you are? bout this rap shit
are the real motherfuckers, Population Control
This IS the real hip-hop
Some shit that none of faggot motherfuckers know about
That's life

The daylight goblin, even in the we rip shit up Bless my soul
The two franchise players that your whole squad look butt
Who brought the March Madness competition til
Got you thinking that shit became a bit harder
niggaz is fucking soldiers
Indelible mercenaries that's why ballin gets me on the
For the murderous intellect highly infections on
You to come quicker than that
To snatch the cheddar from the
timer, it takes crazy engineering
To fuck with anything from quantum physics to thought
Next up be that over .400 hitter
Out the park Dave couldn't do Justice , Bless my soul

for pound, it be these 2000 rap slugfests
Hardcore when future emcees fight future
But for now, I'm fightin a of super-whores
invincible CoFlow skills for take-out
Where you can get the beef broccoli with extra sauce
The draw, intend to keep cops reachin for the bearclaws
Come meet the Coney Island intruder hit the way after midnight
Had a scheme for a burner etched out in graphite
the same ideology of b-boys demented to the mic
And scratch the sounds like a inch bolt broken off
CoFlow, coming at you from every verse payola
Got stations blessin me off two for every song minute
teach background vocals in RandB clinics

but for now
You get run at night
Curfews is in the daylight

but for now
You can't get run at
is issued in the daylight

but for now
You can't get run at
is issued in the daylight

but for now
You get run at night
Curfews is in the daylight

Yo yo, that MC shit
That shit talkin bout, every MC in this fuckin room is
one of em
We do this for the love of the music
word up, yo yo yo
Check this,
When's the last you battled somebody you faggot motherfucker?
Yo yo, yo Flow in the house
Yo, yo yo, yeah, eh-heh, a-hah, Man, hah

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CoFlow, 1997, Population Control, servin
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