| Song | Definitive |
| Artist | Company Flow |
| Album | Funcrusher Plus |
| 作词 : Bigg Jus, El Producto | |
| Ok ease back before i make position to squeeze | |
| The head burner cookin, eminate thought and grab my phallus | |
| Please, i pump kinetics with unintentional malice | |
| Wanna battle one of us is endin up in god's palace | |
| Doubt my shit's official, the megatron missile | |
| Bio-computer virus with flesh eating potential | |
| (i'm convinced) future mc's are sending robots back in time | |
| As we speak to kill my mother before i'm born, be warned | |
| You catch a high place cinchin, lucky you just the engine | |
| On a vision quest but my breathe is on | |
| Bad intentions to herd the lyrical peak, at my inventions | |
| Coflow providing dj's with turntable weapons | |
| Snatch that, disco daddy, father pops grand shh | |
| Eliminate pretense, turn rocks to sand | |
| You're rockin low budget doctor who special effects | |
| And that's half-baked, you never get a buck when you act | |
| E-l dash, p is servin ----- we smash | |
| Be a bootleg, and buildin up a fat nest egg | |
| I say fuck you, it's easy, say it again fuck you | |
| Love love to rock bottom beats for the flicks | |
| To hibernate and syncopate but i'm still in the mix | |
| One of the many young policin breathers knockin out sequence | |
| Life's a l-o-t-t-o, carry a switch for self-defense | |
| Rappers try to front, but when i rhyme, where that beef went? | |
| If i'm just a reflection then i'm takin over mirrors | |
| ?woo lock to mack cornum status?, maybe that's clearer | |
| *mr. len cuts krs-one saying 'live and direct'* | |
| See what i'm saying? see what i'm saying? | |
| It's just the chorus, it's just the chorus | |
| It's till infinity, coflow shit, and that's it | |
| I rock prisms in different downtowns | |
| Tainted blood donor, bustin melodies around sound | |
| Left-wing extremist, hip-hop militia | |
| Bitches suck the penis competition call me mister | |
| When i collude, with mr. len it's brainfood, strictly | |
| Never again i let a record label trap me | |
| Try to clap me, with paperwork that leaves me empty | |
| Gas me to diss me, i swear to god you'd have to kill me | |
| Turpentine fda approved tactics | |
| Styles invade for thin skinned rappers i bust scholastics | |
| Sixteen-oh-four mackie plus | |
| Leave you in the dust, bustin them ?try move for jus? | |
| Ninety degrees is coflow, runnin interference | |
| Mc's they bite my shit, but i don't give em sample clearance | |
| Hell, i put my shit out even if i have to sell | |
| Like a bucket of herbs before a pressing, oppressing | |
| But somewhat excessive, sexually suggestive | |
| I can suck a cookie out of pussy, no question | |
| Back off, deadly like cigarettes and black coffee | |
| Long as i got lungs and a knot you can't stop me | |
| *mr. len scratches again* | |
| It's till infinity | |
| Coflow shit | |
| Knowhati'msayin, check it out, check it out | |
| Mc's is like livin in breakbeat hell | |
| You try to knock me off the ladder kid the fatter i swell | |
| It don't matter turnin liquid into wine by design | |
| Not sayin i'm je-sus, the holy buck, with a halo | |
| Just an urbanite riding the train till i hit paydirt | |
| Smoke bones that's in a coflow tracks and like max | |
| That's my flavor, experimental behavior ?by scientist? | |
| Got props from brooklyn hasidic jews to queens zionists | |
| The manhattan/new jersualem type connection | |
| Mork in erection, fiendin out for female affection | |
| My style is one whole piece, your shit is just the cliff notes | |
| Eminent plays chronic, mc's pneumonic | |
| You're buggin now fuck that, radio wack reconvene | |
| I sign for my condition, company flow vaccine | |
| Indelible mc's, choice top status | |
| Krazy kings, from juvenile techniques to manhood | |
| I make my own grain and go against it | |
| Pissin on authority, dropped out of school, for seniority | |
| To do this hip-hop shit, but resonate classic | |
| Pops wasn't around so i'm a secondhand bastard | |
| Hypothesis simple, the earth is my pimple | |
| Pocket the extra cash then coflow multplying like triplets | |
| It's senseless, leaving rapeprs elderly and defenseless | |
| Going into details is worthless, fuck it | |
| I got your surplus, as long as there'll be peons on the surface | |
| I claim my outpost and boast, cause i deserve to | |
| Swerve to, miss the link, colder than a fetus on a hockey rink | |
| You think not what? best be he not | |
| For ? and not givin up a little somethin at the weed spot | |
| Bigg jus what's the verdict on this beat (that shit is mad hot) | |
| Give a whistle if you hear this, can't best me | |
| Try to keep my lyrics short and fat like joe pesci | |
| God bless me | |
| *mr. len* | |
| Know what i'm saying, till infinity | |
| Still working out the bugs | |
| It's gonna be on though | |
| Mc's can't fuck with me, coflow shit | |
| Forgot to tell you that | |
| Mr. len, bigg jus, bms, and then you have me, elijah | |
| The one and only diamond speechless starving artist | |
| Goin on from nine to five | |
| Coflow shit, mr. len.. |
| zuò cí : Bigg Jus, El Producto | |
| Ok ease back before i make position to squeeze | |
| The head burner cookin, eminate thought and grab my phallus | |
| Please, i pump kinetics with unintentional malice | |
| Wanna battle one of us is endin up in god' s palace | |
| Doubt my shit' s official, the megatron missile | |
| Biocomputer virus with flesh eating potential | |
| i' m convinced future mc' s are sending robots back in time | |
| As we speak to kill my mother before i' m born, be warned | |
| You catch a high place cinchin, lucky you just the engine | |
| On a vision quest but my breathe is on | |
| Bad intentions to herd the lyrical peak, at my inventions | |
| Coflow providing dj' s with turntable weapons | |
| Snatch that, disco daddy, father pops grand shh | |
| Eliminate pretense, turn rocks to sand | |
| You' re rockin low budget doctor who special effects | |
| And that' s halfbaked, you never get a buck when you act | |
| El dash, p is servin we smash | |
| Be a bootleg, and buildin up a fat nest egg | |
| I say fuck you, it' s easy, say it again fuck you | |
| Love love to rock bottom beats for the flicks | |
| To hibernate and syncopate but i' m still in the mix | |
| One of the many young policin breathers knockin out sequence | |
| Life' s a lotto, carry a switch for selfdefense | |
| Rappers try to front, but when i rhyme, where that beef went? | |
| If i' m just a reflection then i' m takin over mirrors | |
| ? woo lock to mack cornum status?, maybe that' s clearer | |
| mr. len cuts krsone saying ' live and direct' | |
| See what i' m saying? see what i' m saying? | |
| It' s just the chorus, it' s just the chorus | |
| It' s till infinity, coflow shit, and that' s it | |
| I rock prisms in different downtowns | |
| Tainted blood donor, bustin melodies around sound | |
| Leftwing extremist, hiphop militia | |
| Bitches suck the penis competition call me mister | |
| When i collude, with mr. len it' s brainfood, strictly | |
| Never again i let a record label trap me | |
| Try to clap me, with paperwork that leaves me empty | |
| Gas me to diss me, i swear to god you' d have to kill me | |
| Turpentine fda approved tactics | |
| Styles invade for thin skinned rappers i bust scholastics | |
| Sixteenohfour mackie plus | |
| Leave you in the dust, bustin them ? try move for jus? | |
| Ninety degrees is coflow, runnin interference | |
| Mc' s they bite my shit, but i don' t give em sample clearance | |
| Hell, i put my shit out even if i have to sell | |
| Like a bucket of herbs before a pressing, oppressing | |
| But somewhat excessive, sexually suggestive | |
| I can suck a cookie out of pussy, no question | |
| Back off, deadly like cigarettes and black coffee | |
| Long as i got lungs and a knot you can' t stop me | |
| mr. len scratches again | |
| It' s till infinity | |
| Coflow shit | |
| Knowhati' msayin, check it out, check it out | |
| Mc' s is like livin in breakbeat hell | |
| You try to knock me off the ladder kid the fatter i swell | |
| It don' t matter turnin liquid into wine by design | |
| Not sayin i' m jesus, the holy buck, with a halo | |
| Just an urbanite riding the train till i hit paydirt | |
| Smoke bones that' s in a coflow tracks and like max | |
| That' s my flavor, experimental behavior ? by scientist? | |
| Got props from brooklyn hasidic jews to queens zionists | |
| The manhattan new jersualem type connection | |
| Mork in erection, fiendin out for female affection | |
| My style is one whole piece, your shit is just the cliff notes | |
| Eminent plays chronic, mc' s pneumonic | |
| You' re buggin now fuck that, radio wack reconvene | |
| I sign for my condition, company flow vaccine | |
| Indelible mc' s, choice top status | |
| Krazy kings, from juvenile techniques to manhood | |
| I make my own grain and go against it | |
| Pissin on authority, dropped out of school, for seniority | |
| To do this hiphop shit, but resonate classic | |
| Pops wasn' t around so i' m a secondhand bastard | |
| Hypothesis simple, the earth is my pimple | |
| Pocket the extra cash then coflow multplying like triplets | |
| It' s senseless, leaving rapeprs elderly and defenseless | |
| Going into details is worthless, fuck it | |
| I got your surplus, as long as there' ll be peons on the surface | |
| I claim my outpost and boast, cause i deserve to | |
| Swerve to, miss the link, colder than a fetus on a hockey rink | |
| You think not what? best be he not | |
| For ? and not givin up a little somethin at the weed spot | |
| Bigg jus what' s the verdict on this beat that shit is mad hot | |
| Give a whistle if you hear this, can' t best me | |
| Try to keep my lyrics short and fat like joe pesci | |
| God bless me | |
| mr. len | |
| Know what i' m saying, till infinity | |
| Still working out the bugs | |
| It' s gonna be on though | |
| Mc' s can' t fuck with me, coflow shit | |
| Forgot to tell you that | |
| Mr. len, bigg jus, bms, and then you have me, elijah | |
| The one and only diamond speechless starving artist | |
| Goin on from nine to five | |
| Coflow shit, mr. len.. |