Population Control Lyrics
| Song | Population Control |
| Artist | Company Flow |
| Album | Funcrusher Plus |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bigg Jus, El Producto | |
| You and your whole fuckin canned groove it'll end tepid | |
| So when i pearl harbor don't let me catch you intrepid | |
| I'm tellin you the wishbone been broke in my favor, crumbcake your mistake | |
| Enterprise and see indelible, the number one feel-bad crew of the season | |
| Just give me one reason to splash | |
| I shall lower the flag half mast, take time to wallow | |
| Company flow the toughest penis sucky sucky | |
| So of course in an attempt to defend you end up unkempt | |
| Plus this agent get orange | |
| E-l-p-f-c-f rock for you | |
| First cousin to sleep, red dye number five be the potion | |
| Enter subterrean water from gem of fate like stop motion | |
| Best to get ak-a-nickulous | |
| Our masks aren't intangible | |
| Auto man verse mandible | |
| We answer to no one, we 911 | |
| Silent alarm this is harm fear the duck of learning | |
| El-p phase through these walls like vision | |
| Choked in the shallow water, a bad executive decision | |
| Release the crack and please put down your skin flutes | |
| How could ya... motherfuckers think ya... | |
| To this mercenary sunblock 2000 burner | |
| All of your knowledge is truant | |
| Unlearn all of the shit | |
| Then in overtime you become fluent, sell the fuckin store | |
| After i present enter the spectrum your career's never no more | |
| Enter the rectum | |
| And at twilight we'll skip stones and laugh about your poems | |
| But a blood-red book when the others got funcrushed is a spot | |
| The terror fabulously gets hot | |
| Co flow mossie, walt disney meets kaiser soze | |
| There will be no grand comebacks unless lazarus or kotter | |
| Inflicted bitch styles indicate with stigmata | |
| When locked in a box but you can't say jack | |
| Trying to paint them fucking red doors black | |
| Like that spilled milk spoiled | |
| While bill gates and ted turner rub each other down with olive oils | |
| Company flow, fuck please | |
| Bitch put away the fuckin piteous punchlines | |
| Blue blockers break under the red light, belittled by my design | |
| I don't try to be different i am | |
| So inevitably my style will survive when your now turns to then | |
| El-p, vastly crapaphobic | |
| 3-2-1 contact, never no more that's the promise | |
| You hold toast, well i hold thomas | |
| Golden nooks and crannies | |
| Win my ticket raffled off the recycled thought shoppin spree winner | |
| Congratu-fucking-lations, i dropped it now you got it | |
| But it's only a matter of time before waldo gets spotted | |
| Pulled out of the crowd and martyred, a good old fashioned stonin | |
| My children, the professional has left the fuckin buildin | |
| Check check check check check one two | |
| Until but for now | |
| You can't get run at night | |
| Curfews is issued in the daylight (repeat 3x) | |
| [r.a. the rugged man] * [speaks over chorus vocals] | |
| Yo yo, who the fuck think they know about this hip-hop shit? | |
| These motherfuckin kids live this shit | |
| Live they fuckin lives | |
| Who the fuck you think you are? talkin bout this rap shit | |
| These are the real motherfuckers (population control) | |
| This is the real hip-hop shit | |
| Some shit that none of y'all faggot motherfuckers know about | |
| That's word life! | |
| [bigg jus] | |
| The daylight goblin, even in the nights we rip shit up ("bless my soul!") | |
| The two franchise players that make your whole squad look butt | |
| Who brought the march madness competition til october | |
| Got you thinking that shit became a bit little harder | |
| These niggaz is fucking soldiers | |
| Indelible mercenaries that's why ballin gets me on the nutsack | |
| For the murderous intellect highly infections on contact | |
| You need to come quicker than that | |
| To snatch the cheddar from the mousetrap | |
| Small timer, it takes crazy engineering | |
| To fuck with anything from quantum physics to thought transmitters | |
| Next up be that over .400 switch hitter | |
| Out the park kingpin dave couldn't do justice ("bless my soul!") | |
| Pound for pound, it be these 2000 rap slugfests | |
| Hardcore when future emcees fight future wars | |
| But for now, i'm fightin a squad of super-whores | |
| Butt-fucking invincible coflow skills for take-out | |
| Where you can get the beef broccoli with extra duck sauce | |
| The quick draw, intend to keep cops reachin for the bearclaws | |
| Come meet the coney island intruder hit the arts way after midnight | |
| Had a scheme for a burner etched out tonight in graphite | |
| Apply the same ideology of b-boys demented to the mic | |
| And scratch the sounds like a quarter inch bolt broken off | |
| Coflow, coming at you from every verse payola shit | |
| Got stations blessin me off two thousand for every song minute | |
| Secretly teach background vocals in r&b clinics | |
| Until but for now | |
| You can't get run at night | |
| Curfews is issued in the daylight (repeat 3x) | |
| [r.a. the rugged man] * [speaks over all other vocals] | |
| Yo yo, this that mc shit | |
| That shit talkin bout, every mc in this fuckin room is broke | |
| Every one of em | |
| We do this shit for the love of the music | |
| That's word up, yo yo yo | |
| Check this, ? backers | |
| When's the last time you battled somebody you faggot motherfucker? | |
| Yo yo, yo company flow in the house | |
| Yo, yo yo, yeah, eh-heh, a-hah, rugged man, hah | |
| [el-p] | |
| Population control.. | |
| Population control.. | |
| [bigg jus] | |
| Coflow, 1997, population control, servin niggaz | |
| [el-p] | |
| Population control.. | |
| Population control.. ("bless my soul!") | |
| Population control.. | |
| Population control.. | |
| Population control.. | |
| ("bless my soul!") | |
| ("hello, what's this?") |
| zuo ci : Bigg Jus, El Producto | |
| You and your whole fuckin canned groove it' ll end tepid | |
| So when i pearl harbor don' t let me catch you intrepid | |
| I' m tellin you the wishbone been broke in my favor, crumbcake your mistake | |
| Enterprise and see indelible, the number one feelbad crew of the season | |
| Just give me one reason to splash | |
| I shall lower the flag half mast, take time to wallow | |
| Company flow the toughest penis sucky sucky | |
| So of course in an attempt to defend you end up unkempt | |
| Plus this agent get orange | |
| Elpfcf rock for you | |
| First cousin to sleep, red dye number five be the potion | |
| Enter subterrean water from gem of fate like stop motion | |
| Best to get akanickulous | |
| Our masks aren' t intangible | |
| Auto man verse mandible | |
| We answer to no one, we 911 | |
| Silent alarm this is harm fear the duck of learning | |
| Elp phase through these walls like vision | |
| Choked in the shallow water, a bad executive decision | |
| Release the crack and please put down your skin flutes | |
| How could ya... motherfuckers think ya... | |
| To this mercenary sunblock 2000 burner | |
| All of your knowledge is truant | |
| Unlearn all of the shit | |
| Then in overtime you become fluent, sell the fuckin store | |
| After i present enter the spectrum your career' s never no more | |
| Enter the rectum | |
| And at twilight we' ll skip stones and laugh about your poems | |
| But a bloodred book when the others got funcrushed is a spot | |
| The terror fabulously gets hot | |
| Co flow mossie, walt disney meets kaiser soze | |
| There will be no grand comebacks unless lazarus or kotter | |
| Inflicted bitch styles indicate with stigmata | |
| When locked in a box but you can' t say jack | |
| Trying to paint them fucking red doors black | |
| Like that spilled milk spoiled | |
| While bill gates and ted turner rub each other down with olive oils | |
| Company flow, fuck please | |
| Bitch put away the fuckin piteous punchlines | |
| Blue blockers break under the red light, belittled by my design | |
| I don' t try to be different i am | |
| So inevitably my style will survive when your now turns to then | |
| Elp, vastly crapaphobic | |
| 321 contact, never no more that' s the promise | |
| You hold toast, well i hold thomas | |
| Golden nooks and crannies | |
| Win my ticket raffled off the recycled thought shoppin spree winner | |
| Congratufuckinglations, i dropped it now you got it | |
| But it' s only a matter of time before waldo gets spotted | |
| Pulled out of the crowd and martyred, a good old fashioned stonin | |
| My children, the professional has left the fuckin buildin | |
| Check check check check check one two | |
| Until but for now | |
| You can' t get run at night | |
| Curfews is issued in the daylight repeat 3x | |
| r. a. the rugged man speaks over chorus vocals | |
| Yo yo, who the fuck think they know about this hiphop shit? | |
| These motherfuckin kids live this shit | |
| Live they fuckin lives | |
| Who the fuck you think you are? talkin bout this rap shit | |
| These are the real motherfuckers population control | |
| This is the real hiphop shit | |
| Some shit that none of y' all faggot motherfuckers know about | |
| That' s word life! | |
| bigg jus | |
| The daylight goblin, even in the nights we rip shit up " bless my soul!" | |
| The two franchise players that make your whole squad look butt | |
| Who brought the march madness competition til october | |
| Got you thinking that shit became a bit little harder | |
| These niggaz is fucking soldiers | |
| Indelible mercenaries that' s why ballin gets me on the nutsack | |
| For the murderous intellect highly infections on contact | |
| You need to come quicker than that | |
| To snatch the cheddar from the mousetrap | |
| Small timer, it takes crazy engineering | |
| To fuck with anything from quantum physics to thought transmitters | |
| Next up be that over . 400 switch hitter | |
| Out the park kingpin dave couldn' t do justice " bless my soul!" | |
| Pound for pound, it be these 2000 rap slugfests | |
| Hardcore when future emcees fight future wars | |
| But for now, i' m fightin a squad of superwhores | |
| Buttfucking invincible coflow skills for takeout | |
| Where you can get the beef broccoli with extra duck sauce | |
| The quick draw, intend to keep cops reachin for the bearclaws | |
| Come meet the coney island intruder hit the arts way after midnight | |
| Had a scheme for a burner etched out tonight in graphite | |
| Apply the same ideology of bboys demented to the mic | |
| And scratch the sounds like a quarter inch bolt broken off | |
| Coflow, coming at you from every verse payola shit | |
| Got stations blessin me off two thousand for every song minute | |
| Secretly teach background vocals in r b clinics | |
| Until but for now | |
| You can' t get run at night | |
| Curfews is issued in the daylight repeat 3x | |
| r. a. the rugged man speaks over all other vocals | |
| Yo yo, this that mc shit | |
| That shit talkin bout, every mc in this fuckin room is broke | |
| Every one of em | |
| We do this shit for the love of the music | |
| That' s word up, yo yo yo | |
| Check this, ? backers | |
| When' s the last time you battled somebody you faggot motherfucker? | |
| Yo yo, yo company flow in the house | |
| Yo, yo yo, yeah, ehheh, ahah, rugged man, hah | |
| elp | |
| Population control.. | |
| Population control.. | |
| bigg jus | |
| Coflow, 1997, population control, servin niggaz | |
| elp | |
| Population control.. | |
| Population control.. " bless my soul!" | |
| Population control.. | |
| Population control.. | |
| Population control.. | |
| " bless my soul!" | |
| " hello, what' s this?" |
| zuò cí : Bigg Jus, El Producto | |
| You and your whole fuckin canned groove it' ll end tepid | |
| So when i pearl harbor don' t let me catch you intrepid | |
| I' m tellin you the wishbone been broke in my favor, crumbcake your mistake | |
| Enterprise and see indelible, the number one feelbad crew of the season | |
| Just give me one reason to splash | |
| I shall lower the flag half mast, take time to wallow | |
| Company flow the toughest penis sucky sucky | |
| So of course in an attempt to defend you end up unkempt | |
| Plus this agent get orange | |
| Elpfcf rock for you | |
| First cousin to sleep, red dye number five be the potion | |
| Enter subterrean water from gem of fate like stop motion | |
| Best to get akanickulous | |
| Our masks aren' t intangible | |
| Auto man verse mandible | |
| We answer to no one, we 911 | |
| Silent alarm this is harm fear the duck of learning | |
| Elp phase through these walls like vision | |
| Choked in the shallow water, a bad executive decision | |
| Release the crack and please put down your skin flutes | |
| How could ya... motherfuckers think ya... | |
| To this mercenary sunblock 2000 burner | |
| All of your knowledge is truant | |
| Unlearn all of the shit | |
| Then in overtime you become fluent, sell the fuckin store | |
| After i present enter the spectrum your career' s never no more | |
| Enter the rectum | |
| And at twilight we' ll skip stones and laugh about your poems | |
| But a bloodred book when the others got funcrushed is a spot | |
| The terror fabulously gets hot | |
| Co flow mossie, walt disney meets kaiser soze | |
| There will be no grand comebacks unless lazarus or kotter | |
| Inflicted bitch styles indicate with stigmata | |
| When locked in a box but you can' t say jack | |
| Trying to paint them fucking red doors black | |
| Like that spilled milk spoiled | |
| While bill gates and ted turner rub each other down with olive oils | |
| Company flow, fuck please | |
| Bitch put away the fuckin piteous punchlines | |
| Blue blockers break under the red light, belittled by my design | |
| I don' t try to be different i am | |
| So inevitably my style will survive when your now turns to then | |
| Elp, vastly crapaphobic | |
| 321 contact, never no more that' s the promise | |
| You hold toast, well i hold thomas | |
| Golden nooks and crannies | |
| Win my ticket raffled off the recycled thought shoppin spree winner | |
| Congratufuckinglations, i dropped it now you got it | |
| But it' s only a matter of time before waldo gets spotted | |
| Pulled out of the crowd and martyred, a good old fashioned stonin | |
| My children, the professional has left the fuckin buildin | |
| Check check check check check one two | |
| Until but for now | |
| You can' t get run at night | |
| Curfews is issued in the daylight repeat 3x | |
| r. a. the rugged man speaks over chorus vocals | |
| Yo yo, who the fuck think they know about this hiphop shit? | |
| These motherfuckin kids live this shit | |
| Live they fuckin lives | |
| Who the fuck you think you are? talkin bout this rap shit | |
| These are the real motherfuckers population control | |
| This is the real hiphop shit | |
| Some shit that none of y' all faggot motherfuckers know about | |
| That' s word life! | |
| bigg jus | |
| The daylight goblin, even in the nights we rip shit up " bless my soul!" | |
| The two franchise players that make your whole squad look butt | |
| Who brought the march madness competition til october | |
| Got you thinking that shit became a bit little harder | |
| These niggaz is fucking soldiers | |
| Indelible mercenaries that' s why ballin gets me on the nutsack | |
| For the murderous intellect highly infections on contact | |
| You need to come quicker than that | |
| To snatch the cheddar from the mousetrap | |
| Small timer, it takes crazy engineering | |
| To fuck with anything from quantum physics to thought transmitters | |
| Next up be that over . 400 switch hitter | |
| Out the park kingpin dave couldn' t do justice " bless my soul!" | |
| Pound for pound, it be these 2000 rap slugfests | |
| Hardcore when future emcees fight future wars | |
| But for now, i' m fightin a squad of superwhores | |
| Buttfucking invincible coflow skills for takeout | |
| Where you can get the beef broccoli with extra duck sauce | |
| The quick draw, intend to keep cops reachin for the bearclaws | |
| Come meet the coney island intruder hit the arts way after midnight | |
| Had a scheme for a burner etched out tonight in graphite | |
| Apply the same ideology of bboys demented to the mic | |
| And scratch the sounds like a quarter inch bolt broken off | |
| Coflow, coming at you from every verse payola shit | |
| Got stations blessin me off two thousand for every song minute | |
| Secretly teach background vocals in r b clinics | |
| Until but for now | |
| You can' t get run at night | |
| Curfews is issued in the daylight repeat 3x | |
| r. a. the rugged man speaks over all other vocals | |
| Yo yo, this that mc shit | |
| That shit talkin bout, every mc in this fuckin room is broke | |
| Every one of em | |
| We do this shit for the love of the music | |
| That' s word up, yo yo yo | |
| Check this, ? backers | |
| When' s the last time you battled somebody you faggot motherfucker? | |
| Yo yo, yo company flow in the house | |
| Yo, yo yo, yeah, ehheh, ahah, rugged man, hah | |
| elp | |
| Population control.. | |
| Population control.. | |
| bigg jus | |
| Coflow, 1997, population control, servin niggaz | |
| elp | |
| Population control.. | |
| Population control.. " bless my soul!" | |
| Population control.. | |
| Population control.. | |
| Population control.. | |
| " bless my soul!" | |
| " hello, what' s this?" |
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