Since you're my special friend, come closer for a special treat

(Uh)

I'm going to let you touch me in a special place

(But I don't want to touch you there) It is never ok to touch someone else's private parts

Your mom and dad will tell you so Verse One: Bigg Jus Yo' eyes get, blind like Tupac gettin shot in the lobby

Most MC's styles is robbery of my freestyles as a hobby

I pick apart monkey brains and spread disease through hot zones

My cameos on promos seem strange like someone's not home

Bigg Jus the outsider rain on your dream field

With styles so freaking wet niggas need maxi panty shields

Expose more moles out the closet that lead paint on your tenement

Got more Black Thought to my Roots than most niggaz got in their pigment

It's the baby-faced lieutenant with the Luck like Luciano

Hardcore like Kool G Rap music made for concert piano

So dust off the candelabra, hip hop's version of the super Don Dada

with the license to give more ass whippings than Father

You couldn't see me with binoculars, way ahead of myself like telepathy

Make most crews disappear like blackheads on Oxy creme

Under the lights I *** up mics with my uncanny ability to heat seek

Through brain facilities with the science of microchemistry

This history of my hip hop is too deep to be dissected

Bitch recollect don't even half step or try to test it black

Bigg Jus, I drop so much *** my anus needs an ice pack

In fact I'm all that, El-P yo bring the horns back (Yes)

Right through the center of your focus picture a long silver needle

(You are correct sir)

Piercing the outer lens of your eyesight [El-P]

And once again

In one verse we have proven

That we can rip all these signed big budget mother***ers

(89.9)

Peace to Stretch and Bobbito

(Bob-bi-to!) Verse Two: El-P Ye olde lyrics of fire

Surface bombs from X-wing fighters, stance to B-boy actors fracture

Negative thirty below wind chill factor

The counteraction is just a helpless action of the hapless flinching

My supersonics leave you mute like Maggie Simpson

Taxidermist El-P I defy translation

Instigate and set in crates(?) throughout your whole situation

Practice exposing perfection like Ricki Like exposes white trash

My *** is strange X-file number 2-6-7 whiplash

Triple felon emcee minus the melanin

When I bomb it the type of *** to make Baby Jessica jump in the well again

Sunshines or rain acid, El-P the battle master

Lactose breaking down your ***ing fractals till you're flaccid

I'm leaving Las Vegas like a hundred flying Elvises

Raid, spot my prey, swoop down and cross their pelvises

Rat nerve like David grill smoke bitch

Catch my frozen frame suspended

You couldn't even *** with my idle fidget

My birthright I'm pulling swords from stones high tone beam

Phonetically abort it try to distort it and catch a silent scream, fetus

The raw daddy tactics prove Krush Groove unstoppable

Testing luck it's like sucking on lead pink popsicles

The enigma, no one can *** with me yet but I'm not signed

(You wanna battle?)

It's better to look in the

(mirror)

Say Candyman five times Candyman (whispered 5x) Just a promo

Understand

(Candyman)

To be the man you gots to beat the man

(It's so clear now)

Me and Bigg Jus

(The beautiful light)

Company Flow clan

(I can touch it)

Mr. Len, 'sup?

89.9

Hit me with that *** some time Bigg Jus, Lune TNS

The almighty El-P

The imperial DJ Mr. Len

Company Flow swinging it to you live for '95