| Song | Vital Nerve |
| Artist | Company Flow |
| Artist | BMS |
| Album | Funcrusher Plus |
| 作词 : Bigg Jus, El Producto | |
| Intro/chorus： | |
| Soon you'll see | |
| As i flow fluently to frequently, another mc | |
| Will drop off the face of this earth, for what it's worth | |
| I've been the nastiest, one since birth | |
| "new york is number one today in the house!" | |
| [el-p] | |
| I'll do the simple shit, strike harder than hoffa | |
| El the maladjusted mc, funcrusher | |
| Massive, a sign for my condition automatic | |
| Goldstar connect thoughts get jostled at your position | |
| Listen, abort mission without further discussion | |
| Dual personality, half me ? | |
| Doc jekyll when i burn your paragraph down to a haiku | |
| So tootsie roll motherfuck back to your seat cause i don't like you | |
| I got a hundred beats, all nicer than your joint | |
| Karaoke mc's need not receive g's that's the whole point | |
| Be out within the crowd get open like herpes simplex sores | |
| On vexed pussy found that i put more crush, on crews than jets | |
| You're just that simple plus overfronted -- but that's the status | |
| Cold caught my shit you better not sit, so stop the madness | |
| With hip-hop guidelines i state i never liked authority | |
| When sales control stats i place no faith in the majority | |
| Chorus | |
| Auto, matic, just for my people | |
| Auto, matic, just for my crew | |
| Auto, matic if you're wack then you'll get | |
| Knocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too | |
| "new york is number one today in the house!" | |
| [el-p] | |
| I analyze, people call me el so son catch it | |
| Mc's be disillusioned as hell, them can't hack it | |
| I'ma knock you out your tax bracket | |
| Slipped into the wrong hands, the mental barbarian | |
| Stay-freshed in ziplock, money plot hatcher | |
| How the fuck you gonna bring a go-cart to the grand prix hee hee | |
| Laughter, enter for irreconcilable disaster | |
| I'ma protect mine like a japanese fighting sticks master | |
| Aim, pierce your vital nerve, the bloody conquest | |
| Rappers they be like ? bro, i sunk your battleship | |
| Ultra-magneto, burnin pee burns my credo | |
| Mad men cry like when you realize you got a shirt full of infrared dots | |
| Plus i'm scopin at this bitch, be prepared for the mental headshots | |
| When the coflow leave the room, we takin mics bitches and boom | |
| (the incredible bms...) | |
| [bms] | |
| Now the mint and governor get paid, collectin off raids | |
| All the cash that was made from a brother, new york undercover | |
| Don't love her, still i'm superhun | |
| Rhyme styles monstrosities, fools never stoppin me | |
| I swat mc's quite easily, dunn | |
| Imitate styles most complain you can't begin to express | |
| Elevate off this, nine times to your brain | |
| Makes your mind manifest, shit's hopeless | |
| Stop stop the nonsense, this could not accomplish | |
| Low pro interactive, go open carsnatchin | |
| Coflow, by all means necessary packin rhymes is automatic | |
| Check the barrel circumfrence who done it, confirm it sewers done run it | |
| Bms just a killer plus serial | |
| But still ill and sugarhill, to the fullest extent | |
| Tactic g represent, c-4 blowin up | |
| Like the doors and this president (dead, presidents) | |
| Chorus | |
| Auto, matic, just for my people | |
| Auto, matic, just for my crew | |
| Auto, matic if you're wack then you'll get | |
| Knocked out of the box and you'll deserve it too | |
| [el-p] | |
| I'm gettin fresh for my freeform | |
| All hold heart rocks down when i'm turnin veterans to greenhorn | |
| Beat it, make a bee-line, be lax or you'll be outed | |
| Spit words that's really cold, pinchin lymph nodes, el | |
| The inconvenience to your master plan fell, your shit's abyssmal | |
| Decimal point, zero for the judge burnin rhyme books | |
| Fuck basic, iambic pentameter just dissolves | |
| So i'll say fuck you suck your marrow like a chicken wing, from pluck you | |
| Location i'll rock like zeke, calamity | |
| What's your composure, shoot sex like vanity it's over | |
| Done it again brainstorm slice in your direction | |
| Cut the belly of your block open over to c-section | |
| Death callin one, for the dysfunctional son | |
| Trapped in my digital domain ... (the el to the p) | |
| Yo fuck rappers that freak a fable, phony will make them fall out | |
| Frequencies painful run em as sonar, coflow's the callout | |
| You're misaligned, i turn benign breaks into malignant | |
| Knock em out the box, capture they flag and kick they can in | |
| Badlands, live one down the information highway | |
| Write a rhyme in braille, send a fuckin battle to your e-mail | |
| Yes once again empty mc's we have had here for those | |
| Fortune enough to feel this, blessed number one ichiban | |
| Numero uno crew -- track runner stun gunner plus vocal | |
| Freak show performance | |
| Company flow rockin shit from the intro to the outro | |
| Nevertheless i must digress for the master | |
| The walking freshfest mc's pure when in soil | |
| Yet shallow when the bank roll | |
| The independant representation of what mc's can and should be | |
| Judge prosecution defendant and jury | |
| "new york... new york... new york... new york... | |
| New york is number one today in the house!" |
| zuò cí : Bigg Jus, El Producto | |
| Intro chorus: | |
| Soon you' ll see | |
| As i flow fluently to frequently, another mc | |
| Will drop off the face of this earth, for what it' s worth | |
| I' ve been the nastiest, one since birth | |
| " new york is number one today in the house!" | |
| elp | |
| I' ll do the simple shit, strike harder than hoffa | |
| El the maladjusted mc, funcrusher | |
| Massive, a sign for my condition automatic | |
| Goldstar connect thoughts get jostled at your position | |
| Listen, abort mission without further discussion | |
| Dual personality, half me ? | |
| Doc jekyll when i burn your paragraph down to a haiku | |
| So tootsie roll motherfuck back to your seat cause i don' t like you | |
| I got a hundred beats, all nicer than your joint | |
| Karaoke mc' s need not receive g' s that' s the whole point | |
| Be out within the crowd get open like herpes simplex sores | |
| On vexed pussy found that i put more crush, on crews than jets | |
| You' re just that simple plus overfronted but that' s the status | |
| Cold caught my shit you better not sit, so stop the madness | |
| With hiphop guidelines i state i never liked authority | |
| When sales control stats i place no faith in the majority | |
| Chorus | |
| Auto, matic, just for my people | |
| Auto, matic, just for my crew | |
| Auto, matic if you' re wack then you' ll get | |
| Knocked out of the box and you' ll deserve it too | |
| " new york is number one today in the house!" | |
| elp | |
| I analyze, people call me el so son catch it | |
| Mc' s be disillusioned as hell, them can' t hack it | |
| I' ma knock you out your tax bracket | |
| Slipped into the wrong hands, the mental barbarian | |
| Stayfreshed in ziplock, money plot hatcher | |
| How the fuck you gonna bring a gocart to the grand prix hee hee | |
| Laughter, enter for irreconcilable disaster | |
| I' ma protect mine like a japanese fighting sticks master | |
| Aim, pierce your vital nerve, the bloody conquest | |
| Rappers they be like ? bro, i sunk your battleship | |
| Ultramagneto, burnin pee burns my credo | |
| Mad men cry like when you realize you got a shirt full of infrared dots | |
| Plus i' m scopin at this bitch, be prepared for the mental headshots | |
| When the coflow leave the room, we takin mics bitches and boom | |
| the incredible bms... | |
| bms | |
| Now the mint and governor get paid, collectin off raids | |
| All the cash that was made from a brother, new york undercover | |
| Don' t love her, still i' m superhun | |
| Rhyme styles monstrosities, fools never stoppin me | |
| I swat mc' s quite easily, dunn | |
| Imitate styles most complain you can' t begin to express | |
| Elevate off this, nine times to your brain | |
| Makes your mind manifest, shit' s hopeless | |
| Stop stop the nonsense, this could not accomplish | |
| Low pro interactive, go open carsnatchin | |
| Coflow, by all means necessary packin rhymes is automatic | |
| Check the barrel circumfrence who done it, confirm it sewers done run it | |
| Bms just a killer plus serial | |
| But still ill and sugarhill, to the fullest extent | |
| Tactic g represent, c4 blowin up | |
| Like the doors and this president dead, presidents | |
| Chorus | |
| Auto, matic, just for my people | |
| Auto, matic, just for my crew | |
| Auto, matic if you' re wack then you' ll get | |
| Knocked out of the box and you' ll deserve it too | |
| elp | |
| I' m gettin fresh for my freeform | |
| All hold heart rocks down when i' m turnin veterans to greenhorn | |
| Beat it, make a beeline, be lax or you' ll be outed | |
| Spit words that' s really cold, pinchin lymph nodes, el | |
| The inconvenience to your master plan fell, your shit' s abyssmal | |
| Decimal point, zero for the judge burnin rhyme books | |
| Fuck basic, iambic pentameter just dissolves | |
| So i' ll say fuck you suck your marrow like a chicken wing, from pluck you | |
| Location i' ll rock like zeke, calamity | |
| What' s your composure, shoot sex like vanity it' s over | |
| Done it again brainstorm slice in your direction | |
| Cut the belly of your block open over to csection | |
| Death callin one, for the dysfunctional son | |
| Trapped in my digital domain ... the el to the p | |
| Yo fuck rappers that freak a fable, phony will make them fall out | |
| Frequencies painful run em as sonar, coflow' s the callout | |
| You' re misaligned, i turn benign breaks into malignant | |
| Knock em out the box, capture they flag and kick they can in | |
| Badlands, live one down the information highway | |
| Write a rhyme in braille, send a fuckin battle to your email | |
| Yes once again empty mc' s we have had here for those | |
| Fortune enough to feel this, blessed number one ichiban | |
| Numero uno crew track runner stun gunner plus vocal | |
| Freak show performance | |
| Company flow rockin shit from the intro to the outro | |
| Nevertheless i must digress for the master | |
| The walking freshfest mc' s pure when in soil | |
| Yet shallow when the bank roll | |
| The independant representation of what mc' s can and should be | |
| Judge prosecution defendant and jury | |
| " new york... new york... new york... new york... | |
| New york is number one today in the house!" |