Funcrusher Plus
Album - 28 luglio 1997 - Debaser id 27995

Verse one: bigg jus

Rugged like rwanda, don't wind up far or get chopped up
Quick to rush the spot like baby urine get mopped up
Tags that spray your hall with rap aerosol
Organized graffiti lectures in can control
Or level with the devil racing uptown first to fort apache
I'm much too much for any demon style to master me
From the thought's next bridge to the hell's gate, lyrically detonating
Sparking m-80's and bottle rockets it's a nigga chaser
Downtown graffiti deface a heroin debaser
Open up your eyes and clean out your nature
Wide open like the grand canyon
Emcees couldn't hang if they was lynched by the grand dragon
Searching for my style like job-corps
Coming home on work release shoplifting at the rap store
But sabotaging me ain't easy
I'm crooked like nathan wick starring as cochese
With a big baseball bat you get robbed like deniro
A sandwich still ain't nothing but a hero
Just a small sample of the abstract
When the rhyme gets crazy hot and lyrics don't know how to act
Whether shooting joints or wax
I go all out and attack crabs and herbs that's crazy wack
We all can't be pimps, and we all can't rap
You got to get your dollars on cause it's on like that
Here's what I want you to do
Niggas with the green axe and burgundy forerunner, inhuman like blade runner
When I'm rhyming all summer just listen to the drummer
Transistor blister feedback freak the impeders
Funk flow we expose frequencies in sequence
Napalm gets dropped long range like fiber optics
Check the rhyme activity your skills is microscopic
Peace to my crew and my nigga el-p
Who's here to spark it causing all these crabs to flee

Verse two: el-p

Check it and I inflict it quattro nine fifty lungs misty
Color me maxmillian cause I'm that crazy robot
Teetering on the edge of outer space
Spitting buckshots till black holes surround me, you found me
As far as I'm concerned I've got your ashes in an urn
Big up, the temperamental hold none barred kid
What's your confunction? tracks is type dusty
Drinking water out the well of life and i'ma piss it back rusty
Flesh and phonics, you're God damned right
I'm on 'em like aeorta pacemakers hooked up to clappers
Clap off (*clap clap*) welcome to my free-form jubilee, look at me
The witness to the shit you wanna be
Dba lyrical p known as a simp and I'm a sycophant
Feeding on fats passed and dipped


In and out of my invisible state
Forerunner rep tyrannical
Wrecks like tecs bust mechanical
Rusty goner weasel painting beats on an easel
Shoot a head up, what bitch you're boxing shadows
Look out my way you pull your breath out to battle
Breaking your double helix, and now the shit is single
Not mono, I burn the needle out your vinyl
El-p the third gunner on the grassy knoll
Stroll, keep the seventh seal of heaven in my pocket
You're faggot like sprockets, motherf**k the houston rockets
I'm so sick of recycled metaphors
Bet but I'd f**k laura ingalls only when she's done with her chores
Got rappers tip toeing on a highway to heaven
Got manners like bruce banner when he's stressed
I'm sick of your corny beats and your crowd-involved hooks
Cause I'm a thinker
Evil anus letting off stinkers

Bj eight steps to perfection
The sum of each part forms an octagon
Let rhyme styles get sparked

Ep eight stpes to perfection
The sum of each part forms an octagon
Where rhyme styles get sparked

Verse three: bigg jus

The holy terror, last moves you never won't win
Playing taps on a violin
You can never comprehend the rhyme origin
I rate one like a chinese, jamaicin like a chin
Hot rocking corduroy, ballys that's so fitted
Niggas came and assed out my tracks and left 'em shitted
F**k the movement, lubricate the smooth shit
Just to letcha know, never do I use it
Strictly the blueprint for the ghetto music in my cipher
Shorty the sniper jeep like cherokee
When I take aim handling wall to wall emcees
Mr. madman attract lyrics like magnets
They f**k up speaking cavernous when I'm stabbing it
Like the juice, then go bronco busting loose
That's my word, you couldn't shoot or try to compute the math
To kick any type sport like the vandal
I manhandle, emcees get murdered like tennessa
Or trapped in the bedroom with the texas chain saw
Massacre one two three you're taking and tell 'em
Eastwick underground new york be the dwelling
I keep telling 'em the state of the mind be the mentals
If you murder up in the ghetto you murder in a temple

[El P]
You and your whole fucking canned crewmen'll end tepid
So when I Pearl Harbor don't let me catch you intrepid
I'm telling you the wishbone be broke in my favorite crumbcake your
mistake
Enterprise and see Indelibles the number one feel bad crew of the
season
Just give me one reason to splash I should let 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 sling red dye number five be the potion
In the subterrain warden for a 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 you...motherfuckers think ya
To this mercenary sunblock 2000 burner
All of your knowledge is truant
Unlearn all of the shit and then over time you become fluent
Send a fucking storm
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 in a cave with stigmata
We're locked in a box but you can't say Jack
Trying to paint them fucking red doors black
Like that spilled milk spoiled
When Bill Gates and Ted Turner rub each other down with olive oils
Company Flow fuck please
Bitch put away the fucking 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 a promise
You hold toast, well I hold Thomas
Golden nooks and crannies
Win my ticket raffle off the recycled thought shopping 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 stoning
My children, the professional has left the fucking building
Until but for now
You can't get run at night
Curfews is issued in the daylight x2
Population Control
Until but for now
You can't get run at night
Curfews is issued in the daylight
[Bigg Jus]
Like gargling, even in the nights we rip shit up
The two franchise players that make your whole squad look butt
Who brought the March Madness competition till October
Got you thinking that shit became a bit little harder
These niggas is fucking soldiers
Indelible mercenaries that's why ballin' gets me on the nutsack
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
Pound for pound it be these 2000 rap slugfests
Hardcore when future emcees fight future wars
But for now I'm fighting a squad of super-whores
Butt-fucking invincible Co Flow skills for take-out
Where you can get the beef broccoli with extra duck sauce
The quick draw intend to keep cops reaching 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 to men to the mic
And scratch the sounds like a quarter inch bolt broken off
Co Flow coming at you from every verse payola shit
Got stations blessing me off two thousand for every song minute
Secretly teach background voclas in R&B clinics
Until but for now
You can't get run at night
Curfews is issued in the daylight x2
Population Control
Until but for now
You can't get run at night
Curfews is issued in the daylight
Population Control x6

* please e-mail the latter about any missing/misspelled graf writers

[bigg jus]
Yo word the f**k up this is for.. (dj mr. len)
The motherf**kin (el-p) undisputed (stylemaster)
Coflow (phase 2) bigg jus (yo check it)

The elevated trainline of the day linin the a
Where I first encountered the likes of baby168
Stan, iz the wiz, k56, t.k.a.
Kingpin throwups and way back then was abe
Who watched us all rippin all loud up on the inside no e
As I progressed to the 7 yard, early johnny d
Caine, officer147, c.r.a.
Fuzz, comet, blade, ajax and angelduster
Cuttin school with roman, hittin my first uni-wide
Ridin the l, overlookin the handball courts
A giant top to bottom flame, demo tba
Ghost tmr, easel cuk
Switchin gears, lay the one towards the end
Who could forget the master of destruction
Led by quik, stash and min
Destroyin all lines of thought, the vamp squad were bugged
I was a young kid, watchin these writers styles that bugged
Fab 5 freddy, ? models, then slug
I was a young kid, watchin these writers styles that bugged
We cheer ? kay park, dirty slug
I keep it movin like flint 707

I'm out to bomb ban 2, ? ?
Rip 170, ? ? , f.b.i.
Hi darth bramble, 147 shy
Rockin whole cars, you ain't seven kevin krash
Just to name a few style elements from my past then
While my crew tend to see technology in it's grasp
From all city built upon the foundation of true masters


Therefore when a architect delete old b-boyism I'm mackin
And why indelible continue kid to advance material that's classic
Fundameric bus y'all to the uptown 1 2's and 3's
From the queens parts to layups to the brooklyn i-n-d's
I keep on like t-kid, lionel west a to s-e
Top cat, rockin up tall letters from philly
To the transit cop, curly, ferrari, hicky and ski
Lady pink, lady heart, add the essence ? ?
Searchin for the hidden message, hit up me aersol alphabetics
Subvert word brutalizer
Critical thinkin modifier
Bigg jus, lune tns, stark black tunnels a live wire
Soaked in burgundy, float master ? ?
I'll make the tails red devil
Rust on flat black, you ain't with krylon j-3
Mixed with amazon green, hit the ghostyards
Like tnt skeme, the ex-vandal
Nicer t-a-t, ebony dudes
Family163, v-f-r sharp delta chrome
? ? 3yb
Superkool123, k-161
Jive156, 'cause nfc
Stay high 149
Mitch 77, l-t-n-s
Vade, hondo u-g-a
Original freight hater ribone, ab 63
Cope two, still showin versatility
Peace to don p and 168 tracy
I was a young kid, watchin these writers styles that bugged
Fab 5 freddy, ? models, then slug
I was a young kid, watchin these writers styles that bugged
We cheer ? kay park, dirty slug

Straight up, for niggaz who don't understand
Obviously this wasn't made for you, so f**k you
Bigg jus, lune tns and we out

[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 CoFlow 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..

*mr. len cuts and scratches the phrase "jus' style is infinite"*

[bigg jus]
Yo, yo, it stink like dead rappers, check it
The re-birth, type of warfare biological
Delve into my waterworld, overcome any obstacle
In your bodyframe we're aimin for the jugular
Kids take my styles like d.a. to drug smugglers
Jus the acquisite a prize, the lyrical charmin
You ridin fat, hoochies tryin to glimpse the summit
In the wintertime yo I be killin storm troopers
Cluein your crew in to exactly who done it
Bigg jus mind invention the king battle of epic proportions
Lyrical intrigue, the master of contortion
Optimized computerization virus
Paradoxical acoustic sound bombing
My complexity weaves fourth-dimensional in your mind
Check the index under ego smashin
Propaganda bashin, meetin the merciless
Pry apart your bourgeoise industry functions
Smoke the rhymes to give the microphone lung cancer
You crabs is straight slummin
A good investment, a high-yield earning
Your high anxiety burning off the fumes from my burners
My evil memoirs interleave intrigue
To get more niggaz high than kilimanjaro
Indelible confrontation be way out your league
So say goodbye, to tomorrow like key
Otherwise or the king of action
Packed like a liquor store auto when check cashin

Never before, have you been able to witness
So much cruelty, live and in color
In the privacy, of your own home


*mr. len cuts and scratches "painful"*

*mr. len cuts and scratches "el p is here to spark it"*

[el-p]
Alright bring that down though
One two..
When I walk I stomp out messages
Mc's with they holiday hollow chocolate mics appear thespian
Forbidden got a stomach full of pop rocks and thumbtacks ingested
Deaded, similar to cold war asians as a law can cost effective
This mister wizard blitzed by the kilometer don't resist
Shit alternative fuel combat conglomerates
I'm on it like shit is in a bag via colostomy
Hostile macho stuck tryin to get his buck in a lottery
I'm not dead pilot a cropduster ahead of resevoir bound
Drop the payload, cargo packed by the dow jones'
Got your holed up in a marble chest and rebels leak urine
Your basic components of a mechanized style modular
Fury has no pattern like the gain enslaves the shifty
Quite simply for both king of panic, implode
Bureacratic backers provoke my frantic rantings
F**k with up and comers like in my school is senseless
We all felt pain arranged from migraines to chronic jaundice
Stepped into the country bar flippin strictly ebonics
Fell upon a m*a*s*h unit wounded
I practically froze and felt stony, vision I suppose
Memo track that's just trapped in japanime and molested
And can't recall the glance of the action was comfortable express
Shots from the tachyon synchronized
I settled directly down to it and studied for your demise
Skeletal frames proceed to safe tree that was splashed
The jackson pollack effect
Without directly coordinating men it's jump watership down
Dissension, to kill the pig and pay the rent invention

Flow some mo' co shit (repeat 4x)
[el-p] my skit is sick (repeat 6x)

Verse one: bigg jus

The hope, in a dark universe chasing shadows
Into the burning season, slay to a sunk pharaoh
Icon, holding a diamond encrusted jesus
Please, stop check and, suck my rated 50 are in these chromosomes hell
Still these guns blaze on a ten hour swing shift
Who I had thoroughly wanted to rip shit
Grab the rags and towels and swing their caps back
See lab bomb autopsy report, terrorist type of 'tack
The lifeline intertwined with true belief got distorted
Caught it late night on telemundo, nightcrawlin', teleportin'
Spotted in boot camp dishing out an ass whpping, bad decision
Align astrologically to ensure global time positioning
Take aim, blast government conspiracies out the frame
Excuse me, el diablo, excuse me
The worldwide b-boy exhibit is now closed
Widen your distribution of nitrogen, swing nightsticks on patrol
The bad lieutenant, digital chaos out of control
Deep in a swampland, the killer's out officially financed
Graffiti crazed individual rock steady in all his fury
Backspinnin on these crabs, signed sincerely yours truly

Flow some mo' co shit (repeat 6x)

Verse two: el-p

Who disperses poisonous crackers with gem tones
One minute of verses the beats to spot zones, angled out
Murder kill def sucky bitch cock and that's your best shot
Strictly freudian the way I see another crab frontin within the inkblot
Like that dung beetle squirmin around in the residue of my math


The design burnt into the support beam and contorted into a love mode
Seemingly gave the whole squad the hiroshima for preference
For using my blueprints as a point of reference
Co flow can only exist in your void which is closed in the internet
Trying to match definitions to the words with which I taught
See technically you're not the germ it's your sperm that's the weapon
I fear ducks fertilizin and teachin their seeds all the half steppin
Spawnin little replicate idiots, so I madly touch pressure points badly
Sadly but it's my duty
When amnio-belief bust down, turn around for the script that I falcon
See that with that you drown, eerily...
Under the bridge micronautics
Pop is pure but then the septic system bubble up through the artists
454 fahrenheit bombers we are
As long as I can see the north star
Cross minds but don't try to hide
The use of a gun as an extension of the penis
When yin collides with yang you see me burn into the phoenix
Blinded don't test me I already received my g.e.d.
Scored in the top .5 percentile in the country, quite easily
Record mode set up the eq for minus
Infect it like the germs that metamorph up in your sinus
As with this slang was born a new sodom
I be a deep blue def subtle breath control that kasparov pack
The acidic 32nd contact
While snakes try to scream out what a friend is
Then lick off like mendendez
With only a stick so I can blood just bricklay a biggie thick set aside suit
Homicide sad times settle into entropy
I el-venom, patchwork I've sewn the last stitch x-axis
Tilted on the side where they coulda been residing amongst freaks
Company flow, kill informational leaks

Flow some mo' co shit (repeat 3x)