Lyrics Weight - Company Flow, Juggaknots, J-Tredz

Weight

Permanent like ink in epidermis, from tattoo artists
Discard this, thought of partnership you may have fought
For this position and status, this entrepeneurship
Matter of fact, madness I planned this like serial killers are banished
Flows aquatic like fishes' surroundings, underground and
It’s pounding, like pregnancies, with the expectancy
Of three times three, use my mental nine to climb
Like gladiator on wall, on call like physicians
To deliver my labor you savor the flavor like Punisher to the cure
A parent’s first picture, of they mixture of offspring
Ring ring the alarm, cause I set strong cases of fire
From my wire connections and disconnections
To settin sparks cause then I’m wettin, microphone checkin
Disrespectin amateurs plus they mentors don’t be a sore sport
If it’s meant yours, just pretend I liked yours
I can be a bit demanding, acceptin, nothing less than the best
I don’t just flip shit anyone can kid, I stick the landing
And stand out, amongst most so don’t stress
Trying to touch us, you can’t come close like phone sex
I stay ahead of the pack, if you fuckin with Treds
Know that I cover the spread so always bet on black
I’ll give you your money’s worth, serve up somethin delicious
While, most of these rappers be makin my tummy hurt
Got me upset, sick of these crabs who can’t kick it
All addicted to rhyming, I’mma stick them in rehab
Get em cleaned up you know, show em the light that they’re
All bark and no bite, like a tree trunk
We slash and burn em, Indelibles, The Fire In Which
Suckers are finished, may they flow, rest in pieces
Cause we’re dominating, so while they’re busy happy
Just to be nominated son, we give acceptance speeches
Takin the crown, front doors, breaking em down
We some BAD MOTHERFUCKERS, that’s what many said
They also said, your time will come, it’s time to take it cause
We just couldn’t stand the wait like Jenny Craig
Now that’s my man the scripture puzzler, bringin a pain device disguiser
For infinite wisdom seeker knowledge of life rhyme provider
On dual DATs that strip time codes down from live feed
To master one-twenty-four bits at ninety-six KhZ
While you just now trying to get up on Dungeon D&D
Thinking Indelibles will crash and burn you must be lazy and obscene
We fire sequential plasma bursts, my verse?
provides wrecks in concert D?
Slingin em 40 bottles frozen from rooftops and projects
Beware watch below for falling objects, rupturing your optical
Two one-hundred watt mono blocks is optional
To try to match wits with the Diamondback unstoppable
Background poseurs fiend for limelight exposure
When we rally back touch the microphone playtime is over
Who’s trying to see the CF graf crew that visualize
Top to bottom, and stand out in New York like an L.A. gang tag do
Master of mathematical empirical principal
Metallic medicinal, mixed with herbs, science and mineral
Yo crews start to walk, when we crack the five series hood
Disengage the?
passive, rip open an issue casing?
Trying to sidestep backwards when it’s this drama that you facing
Aiyyo, the bullseye pulls my leg and beggin for mercy
My verse be the Don King-in, come out swinging
I’ll to kill it, apply my skill shit and the floor’s coming
Who ain’t feelin' my joint, so what that mean your jaw’s numbing?
Chill let me stop, gotta get my joint dislodged
And retire armies of niggas, with my dishonorable discharge
And get real, pulling from deep and you gots to play up?
You talk about, «Respect mines,» steady missin your layups
Hoes to foes, I start staring, wild truculant
Heart tearing style, fuck you then, order your demise
I’m well stocked, shell shocked, describin the bombs alarms
Incoming, when drum and vocal localize
For niggas talkin bout Lucci, must be modeling Susan
Erica Kane bitch like, reputation for losing
Listen do you hear voices saying, «Damn that’s a sucker»
Paranoid, looking like Fuzzy Zoeller at the Rucker
Hey yo my nihilist, stylus, cuts matter the finest
The prime of the sequence hides my vicious defense assignment
Your cacophonic visuals bond strictly to bitch tissue fissure
Yeah, the burn from what I’m worth operation
I hate, let’s exterminate bandwidths and communicate physically
Bezerk non happers will sleep on third rails for the symmetry
Enlist this, from small pox to syphillis, all stars
Shit on punchlines insidious kid, now jump off ours
Only buck fifty you ever handed out was with a Metro card
I can fit the sum of your Tom Thumb concepts in a thimble
Simple bitches, Doctor Death lacing barbed wire stitches
A herd of mad cows bust through brick walls like Jumanji
Sixty-Five upsetter, malicious sickness scatalogics
Prophets turned skeptics, skeptics found Jesus
Right-Wingers turned leftist, everybody jumped on the dick of independents
Sorry we don’t want you anymore get lost kid find an exit
But is it, uh, live you fuckin suckers
I woulda been a witness to collapse your fame squadron
Part of me’s still a fan trying to understand how to be a master
While pupils watch me dilate and turn your fuckin grill to alabaster
Indelibles…
(Len scratches up various excerpts from «Fire in which you burn»)
Company Flow… J-Treds
J-J-J-Juggaknots
Company Flow… J-Treds
J-J-J-Juggaknots
Company Flow… Co-Co-Company Flow
J-J-J-J-J-J-J-J-Treds
J-J-J-J-J-Treds
Jugga-Jugga-Juggaknots
Jugga-Jugga-Juggaknots
Com-pany-Flow