| Song | 89.9 Detrimental |
| Artist | Company Flow |
| Album | Funcrusher Plus |
| 作词 : Bigg Jus, El Producto | |
| [El-P] For all intents and purposes | |
| I ram pride | |
| Resonate pussy rapper get the long donkey cock | |
| I keep telethon | |
| MC's clinging to | |
| Jerry's person | |
| Motherfuckin | |
| Tourette's syndrome | |
| MC's can't freestyle without rehearsing | |
| Crossed T's and dotted | |
| I's but still caught a liquid shit surprise | |
| Rappers got on colored contacts but they better real-eyes | |
| Contact Co | |
| Flow shit equals | |
| El, Bigg Jus distortion | |
| Try to merk off on our pile but you choked on my fuckin portion | |
| You oughta scream, got my name up in your mouth like cock or gingivitis | |
| When every rhyme becomes the official new blueprint for wannabe writers | |
| I don't mind you talkin shit just keep it in the first person | |
| Think realistically if you diss me could you handle my rebuttal version | |
| Then again if you spit my name it only means you recognize my status | |
| I flip the script use your little diss as a promotional apparatus | |
| I'll ignore you sellin crack, killin people, and keepin it real but disrespect me and my adopted fam and die young like veal | |
| When miscellaneous | |
| MC's drop they spontaneous bullshit metaphor, the outcome is always obvious | |
| When that piece of shit | |
| Mother Time gets cut short in 1999 | |
| I'll be stress-free, knowin that while | |
| I was on Earth | |
| I got mine | |
| Say what..? 8 | |
| Steps to Perfection, the sum of each part forms an octagon | |
| Where rhyme styles get sparked.. |
| zuò cí : Bigg Jus, El Producto | |
| ElP For all intents and purposes | |
| I ram pride | |
| Resonate pussy rapper get the long donkey cock | |
| I keep telethon | |
| MC' s clinging to | |
| Jerry' s person | |
| Motherfuckin | |
| Tourette' s syndrome | |
| MC' s can' t freestyle without rehearsing | |
| Crossed T' s and dotted | |
| I' s but still caught a liquid shit surprise | |
| Rappers got on colored contacts but they better realeyes | |
| Contact Co | |
| Flow shit equals | |
| El, Bigg Jus distortion | |
| Try to merk off on our pile but you choked on my fuckin portion | |
| You oughta scream, got my name up in your mouth like cock or gingivitis | |
| When every rhyme becomes the official new blueprint for wannabe writers | |
| I don' t mind you talkin shit just keep it in the first person | |
| Think realistically if you diss me could you handle my rebuttal version | |
| Then again if you spit my name it only means you recognize my status | |
| I flip the script use your little diss as a promotional apparatus | |
| I' ll ignore you sellin crack, killin people, and keepin it real but disrespect me and my adopted fam and die young like veal | |
| When miscellaneous | |
| MC' s drop they spontaneous bullshit metaphor, the outcome is always obvious | |
| When that piece of shit | |
| Mother Time gets cut short in 1999 | |
| I' ll be stressfree, knowin that while | |
| I was on Earth | |
| I got mine | |
| Say what..? 8 | |
| Steps to Perfection, the sum of each part forms an octagon | |
| Where rhyme styles get sparked.. |