Mr. Len, a.k.a. Ghost, please commence intro Flow, perform, J-Treds, prepare El-P, prepare, you have approximately minutes the bullshit, Time/Warner will fall Record labels will fall, the will crumble
[El Enter the all city access and encounter the likes of Regionally no one relaxes, No I'ma type to crush contenders with pure chewing satisfaction Pervade your ultraharmonic the back of your whole mediocre faction Sonic boom head zoom off antaxion Elbowed with a vacumn death MC's with closed captions Wind up in the willows, catch the whirling Or the dead and dumb is at your service the plaque, instigate lyrics then backfile another MC who thought he was dipped in powder blue that he could rock past-el Got your hip-hop essence out of the Cross catalog with technology Ask L. Ron Hubbard to break my Scientology Fuckin up to the I bust insidious, Bad Touchin to break to bumrushin Fresh start biofeed this track achieves pain penicilin crack and AZT relieve Sizzlean I will trim the fat like Susan Powders Disrespectin burners like cap, lickin off from clocktowers Play ring around the nation The Deadhead situation, situated to see-saw are helpless like Gadzook keep faggot like RuPaul troop to the new sensation fuck that whole wannabe fascination The illusion is broke, or albums mispoke And got the El P rookie stuck in they bicycle spoke For those VH-1 crystalized rip flows Let the liquid talon soak the seam of your coat Meet the professional or alive politrick technician Straight capital P for the deep throat dickin I was that monkey to touch the Monolith, delinquent Up in that like white squaw for the weekend and I your Battleship Parked in a hot zone, live to the E. Manifest brain through the phone as you roam in your Motorolas
All hail, J and El the rise, we got the grand prize Foes fantasize runner up, the closest can see it because skills so I've been boastin with half a flow can't handle the whole weight son, diagnosis, bullemic believe it My best line, too for Pop Warner you got cornered scouting report, scramble in the clutch But when I get down, it's third and inches to score How you gonna tackle the topic you suck at two-hand touch We're too much for your defense break you down, zone weakens Words bring embarassment, Captains look third string in comparison to this too known to kick fat flow And beat suckers straight up and down, Game over when I blow your mind, but then I aimed explosive cuts Verbal flamethrower, roasted nuts as after snacks you wish you wore a cup in your panties So all you pussies in this rap game, to up the ante What's fancy? Big time skills or small penny Dead to latter my letter, fatter than your JV play with the big boys, toys bringin that weak shit Before the battle I hit em off with fat, ladies latest on cassette They done from the start Ran for the finish got detoured the fast route by another One spot holder hold for our town, N.Y. For who don't acknowledge they get left ass out plumbers
Congratulations Len, you have it halfway They are falling, their are retreating The job is not over, you continue, please move forward El P, bring out tactic evasion, start, summation now Do not fail us, we're on you
[El For thoughts I see hot like males with a cot included Where the Sidewalk Ends and all your linear gets diluted Infant he Star Spangled, packed a brand circular medicine and deject Time/Warner and it's affiliates, for runnin that wannabe Big Willie shit Leave those clothes up to the Pope List all personal posessions in your liner While I connect genuinely cuttin through these red ropes Son grip the love spigot, yeah that's the platoon pop 99 Luftballons While the one hit blunder rushes exhaust city buses I bond, like resin cause for the of skill, lost and found Found by DNA patterns to wish you could Just a little around the way of my set, that's the time Enter the opus, focus on rap scrambling Record to expect not reaction is bad gambling I know a few that make we, collusion El P and pentrate cranial intrusion
We do this one time so catch it, two of the and unsigned Lethal seperate but combined, created a frontline a rhyming Got you steppin, tryin to evade us bustin caps in thoughts But now catching's added to your job skills top of resume Submitted applyin, for lyric positions we occupied yesterday but got the pink slip, labels on some not shit Requiring, brain absence lobotomy reigns/rains, trap gets full, by J and El evasion tactics Our equations infinite, punks distortin access half words recyclin tracks like plastic, please forfeit Flippin the same script, I hope it has reinforcements, or torn to pieces while our thesis is untouched Saved on my PC under the filename of bumrush, by one punch, upon my keyboard My data's the top secret that mad suckers will for Come from the last to be cut Dream Team Three We be the who shine, prepare for butt, kickin benchwarmin throwin down, all too often While others barely rim and that's when they're butt licking
Done, job well know who we are, they know we know who they are They will fall, they are to have to repeat Understand, they will no monopolize Time/Warner will fall, I'm of you, come home