Well, you can't turn him into a company man You can't turn him into a whore And the boys upstairs Just don't understand anymore Well, the top brass don
? Pull out your masters, your dat's, all you have is cats Pet little turtles in your bedroom, enough for headroom Usin' your restroom when, company come
A million rappers, some clones trying to sound like me Biting my space styles, biting my horror core All I saw was Kool Keiths on my thaw Record companies
keep steppin' and boost my rep again Speed up, go slow, you got the next then Do the La Bamba, turn to Mexican Swift to shift up, change the pitch up DJ
* bonus track starts 3:11 into track 17 [record company flunkie] Yeah I don't think Keith's gonna show up to the meeting y'all See Keith's the type of
you to do that? Who programmed that shit sound wack Unplug your mic, you motherfuckers rap under a bunch of fuckin' hype Programmed by the company, makin
Made it to Cadillacs And still get pulled over for "drivin' while black" While back bill collectors call We ain't answer ("He ain't here") Light company
't even play wid me like that yo We spit rap and fire brown paper bag Gat rap go whack and float acrooss the map Floss that anything yell endorse that Electric company
(konishi) Translators: andrei cunha Dj: ima... pizzicato five no vocal No... nomiya maki-chan kara Denwa ga haitterun desu ga... Moshi moshi! Maki:
he have to die like cast metal? Oh, huh, C now like Omar Credle, we pone pedal at a high resolution On the Wake-Up Show wit Sway, Tech and DJ Revolution
) Company Flow clan (I can touch it) Mr. Len, 'sup? 89.9 Hit me with that shit some time Bigg Jus, Lune TNS The almighty El-P The imperial DJ Mr. Len Company
just the engine On a vision quest but my breathe is on Bad intentions to herd the lyrical peak, at my inventions Coflow providing dj's with turntable
Immortal Technique and DJ Green Lantern 3rd World motherfuckers I?m from where the gold and diamonds are ripped from the earth Right next to the slave
DJ Michael Watts DJ Slice, turn me up mayne, turn me up This heah for my grandma mayne, I love you baby The whole family miss you baby I'm fin' ta tell
Ohhh grandma (MIKE JONES! Who?) DJ Slice, tear me up baby, tear me up This heah for my grandma mayne I love you baby The whole family miss you baby I'
't know Smokin' on da dro You can't act like you don't know Get down, get down on ya knees like a topnotch ho Get down on ya knees like a topnotch ho [DJ
control That's how I'm livin, I check my bank Chorus: DJ Punisher "Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Clockin more dollars than Chase Manhattan" *repeat 2X* I check my bank *DJ