I say brothers are amused by other brothers reps But they're all playing roles just like Omar Epps I see so many players I wonder where the coach is My
when you was rippin' it And sick of never havin' dough and you your wanted to put an end to it What good's all kinds of dough plus all kinds of flow
[announcer] Mr. Len, a.k.a. Space Ghost, please commence intro Company Flow, perform, J-Treds, prepare El-P, prepare, you have approximately five minutes
[del] aiyyo whattup el-p? [el] yo whattup del-phonic? [del] nuthin man; I was on the bus the other day man Tryin to listen to my walkman This motherfucker
how you flow Now ya know, about this Warren G Era G-Funk terror, look into tha mirror And what you see is the don of the company You still see, what
of course cocaine. [Host:] On one hand, you're saying the United States government is spending millions of dollars to eliminate the flow of drugs onto
takin' over the world Reminisce we takin' you back to your school days Hand us the mic and we flip it fifty million ways, they don't know Sloppy with your flows
his prize-winning terrier Then next day the old fool brought little biko to school And we all had to watch as he buried her His eulogy to biko had all the tears a-flowing
game The block hard to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings In fair times so writing rhymes It ain't just the police We kill each other just lost another
s club, freakin' Aeon Flux In a black tux, so back up, Tiger Chan, damn In the jam or in the flow, 90 degrees With the Three's Company afro, crack the
than grits on Al Green Gonna make Allen Iverson stick with his team Basketball was your dream, so live ya other life Don't go broke tryna flow, be you
bullet-proof vests, lookin' for other cliques But who gon' be the next nigga to die in this rap game Or drop a hit on the wrong man? 'Cause they talkin' shit about other
like snow-globes Others sought safety in numbers, other's flows got towed under (yeah) Still another took a turn and crashed and burned while others flee
he chilled with didn't think he was real you see me and niggaz like this have never been equal I dont project my insurecurity's at other people he feeded
we do what we do And God bless Chris, Flower, Dante and Little Clue We gotta make it right 'cause Mr. Gilmore is laughing at us Killing each other over
other bastard- Sons Mother-Earth turns a blind eye, I choose my path again This season we called winter has abandoned me Filth flows on ground, the
flow And in every face I meet Reminds me of what I have run from In every man, in every hand In every kiss you understand That living is for other men
put me on Got good luck like Lucky Charms leprechaun Can't believe Freaky Tah and Big L is gone You think I'm a mailman, well my delivery Ain't no other