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Bad touch example by Company Flow

Since you're my special friend come closer for a special treat
I'm going to let you touch me in a special place
(But I don't want to touch you there)
It is never ok to touch someone else's private parts
Your mom and dad will tell you so
Verse One: Bigg Jus
Your eyes get live like Tupac getting shot in a lobby
Most MC's styles is robbery of my freestyles as a hobby
I pick apart monkey brains and spread disease through hot zones
My cameos on promos seem strange like someone's not home
Bigg Jus the outsider rain on your dream field
With styles so freaking wet niggas need maxi panty shields
Expose more moes out the closet that lead paint on your tenement
Got more Black Thoughts in my Roots than most niggas got in their
It's the baby-faced lieutenant with the luck like Luciano
Hardcore like Kool G Rap music made for concert piano
So dust off the candelabra, hip hop's version of the super Don Dada
With the license to give more ass whippings than Father
You couldn't see me with binoculars, cover myself like telepathy
Make most crews disappear like blackheads on Oxy creme
Under the lights I f**k up mics with my uncanny ability to heat seek
Through brain facilities with the science of microchemistry
This history of my hip hop is too deep to be dissected
b**ch recollect don't even half step or try to test it black
Bigg Jus, I drop so much sh*t my anus needs an ice pack
In fact I'm all that, El-P yo bring the horns back
Right through the center of your focus picture a long silver needle
(You are correct sir)
Piercing the outer lens of your eyesight
And once again
In one verse we have proven
That we can rip all these signed big budget motherf**kers
Peace to Stretch and Bobbito
Verse Two: El-P
Ye olde lyrics of fire
Surface bonds from X-Wing fighter stance to B-boy
Actions fratcture negative thirty below wind chill factor
The counteraction is just a helpless action of the hapless flinching
My supersonics leave you mute like Maggie Simpson
Taxidermist El-P I defy translation
Instigate and set in crates(?) throughout your whole situation
Practice exposing perfection like Ricki Like exposes white trash
My sh*t is strange X-file number 2-6-7 whiplash
Triple felon emcee minus the melanin
When I bomb it the type of sh*t to make Baby Jessica jump in the well
Sunshines or rain acid, El-P the battle master
Lactose breaking down your f**king fractals till you're flaccid
I'm leaving Las Vegas like a hundred flying Elvises
Raid, spot my prey, swoop down and cross their pelvises
Rat nerve like David grill smoke b**ch
Catch my frozen frame suspended
You couldn't even f**k with my idle fidget
My birthright I'm pulling swords from stones high tone beam
Phonetically abort it try to distort it and catch a silent scream,
The raw daddy tactics prove Krush Groove unstoppable
Testing luck it's like sucking on lead pink popsicles
The enigma, no one can f**k with me yet but I'm not signed
(You wanna battle?)
It's better to look in the
Say Candyman five times
Candyman (whispered 5x)
Just a promo
To be the man you gots to beat the man
(It's so clear now)
Me and Bigg Jus
(The beautiful light)
Company Flow clan
(I can touch it)
Mr. Len, 'sup?
Hit me with that sh*t some time
Bigg Jus, Lune TNS
The almighty El-P
The imperial DJ Mr. Len
Company Flow swinging it to you live for '95

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