Definitive Company Flow

You know who I am?

*Mr. Len cuts KRS-One saying 'Live and direct'*

[Verse 1: El-P]
OK, ease back before I make position to squeeze
The head burner cookin', emanate thought and grab my phallus
Please, I pump kinetic with unintentional malice
Wanna battle one of us is endin' up in God's palace
Doubt my shit's official, the megaton missile
Bio-computer virus with flesh eating potential
(I'm convinced) future MC's are sending robots back in time
As we speak to kill my mother before I'm born, be warned
You catch a high place cinchin', lucky you just the engine
On a vision quest but my breath is on
Bad intentions to hurt the lyrical P, at my inventions
CoFlow providing DJ's with turntable weapons
Snatch that, Disco Daddy, father pops grand shh
Eliminate pretense, turn rocks to sand
You're rockin' low budget Doctor Who special effects
And that's half-baked, you never get a buck when you act
E-L dash, P is servin' ----- we smash
Be a bootleg, and buildin' up a fat nest egg
I say fuck you, it's easy, say it again FUCK YOU
Love love to rock bottom beats for the flicks
To hibernate and syncopate but I'm still in the mix
One of the many young pollution breathers knockin' out sequence
Life's a L-O-T-T-O, carry a switch for self-defense
Rappers try to front, but when I rhyme, where that beef went?
If I'm just a reflection then I'm takin' over mirrors
Warlock to mack cornum status, maybe that's clearer