Flow some mo' Co shit (repeat 4X)

[El P] My skit is sick (repeat 6X)

Verse One: Bigg Jus

The hope in a dark universe chasing shadows

Into the burning season slay to a sunk pharaoh

Icon holding a diamond encrusted Jesus

Please stop check and suck my rated 50 are in these chromosomes hell

Still these guns blaze on a ten hour swing shift

Who I had thoroughly wanted to rip shit

Grab the rags and towels and swing their caps back

See lab bomb autopsy report, terrorist type of 'tack

The lifeline intertwined with true belief got distorted

Caught it late night on Telemundo, Night Court it, teleport it

Spotted in boot camp dishing out an ass whpping, bad decision

Align astrologically to ensure global time positioning

Take aim, blast government conspiracies out the frame

Excuse me, El Diablo, excuse me

The worldwide b-boy exhibit is now closed

Widen your distribution of nitrogen, swing nightsticks on patrol

The Bad Lieutenant, digital chaos out of control

Deep in a swampland, the killer's out officially financed

Graffiti crazed individual rock steady in all his fury

Backspinnin on these crabs, signed sincerely yours truly

Flow some mo' Co shit (repeat 6X)

Verse Two: El-P

Who disperses poisonous crackers with gem tones

One minute of verses the beats to spot zones, angled out

Murder kill def sucky bitch cock and that's your best shot

Strictly Freudian the way I see another crab frontin within the

inkblot

Like that dung beetle squirmin around in the residue of my math

The design burnt into the support beam and contorted into a love mode

Seemingly gave the whole squad the Hiroshima for preference

For using my blueprints as a point of reference

Co Flow can only exist in your void which is closed in the internet