Mr. Len - Infok** lyrics

Flow some mo' Co sh** (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, s** 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 sh** 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, Nightcrawlin', teleportin' Spotted in boot camp dishing out an a** 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 k**er'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. sh** (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 k** d**h s**y b**h co*k 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 as you scroll through the internet Trying to match definitions to the words with which I taught See technically you're not the germ it's your s**m that's the weapon I fear ducks fertilizin and teachin their seeds all the half steppin Spawnin little replicate idiots, so I madly touch pressure points badly Sadly but it's my duty When amnio-belief bust down, turn around for the script that I falcon See that with that you drown, eerily... Under the bridge micronautics Pop is pure but then the septic system bubble up through the artists 454 Fahrenheit bombers we are As long as I can see the North Star Cross minds but don't try to hide The use of a gun as an extension of the penis When Yin collides with Yang you see me burn into the Phoenix Blinded don't test me I already received my G.E.D Scored in the top .5 percentile in the country, quite easily Record mode set up the EQ for minus Infect it like the germs that metamorph up in your sinus As with this slang was born a new Sodom I be a Deep Blue def subtle breath control that Kasparov pack The acidic 32nd contact While snakes try to scream out what a friend is Then lick off like Mendendez With only a stick so I can blood just bricklay a biggie thick set aside suit Homicide sad times settle into entropy I El-Venom, patchwork I've sewn the last stitch X-axis Tilted on the side where they coulda been residing amongst freaks Company Flow, k** informational leaks Flow some mo' Co sh** (repeat 3X)