The Fire in Which You Burn Lyrics

Company Flow Lyrics

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Selected song name: The Fire in Which You Burn
Singer Name: Company Flow
Lyrics written by: Company Flow

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Check, check it
F**kin with a n***a like myself you learns fear
LaVerne's gear shows your record so unless the ho's b*** naked
Youse a loser, decrepit, shoulda kept it to your lonesome
But you like, 'Look everybody, I'm a silly microphone crumb'
You want attention B? I flaunt ascension vocally
First team all university while your squad is benchin' locally
Don't mention jokily, "ayo dem n***as ain't atomic"
Ain't the comic n***as gutsy, after the disembowelin'
Don't f**k around, I eat out for your shorty with the crew
And she be late for head, she want a tape and dreads
And thought of you, a little stinger
My sh*t'll bring epitome ya bitterly jealous
Forever living crazy minded trying to tell us
How you do it, I'll devour you, it's simple sh*t'll get props
Don't let me bring it God I swing it hard like little kid box
So front I keep the tone vexin', but to the heads
Stay pleasant to the ears, just think of Lauryn Hill on phone sexin'


Relentless poetic rhyme never ceases infinity
Forever smokin' the mic lyric contact I be open
Naturally high and no need to pa** the Dutchie
I'm the living circle circle dot dot, nobody can touch me
At my post, the most high exalted, mind blower
When I rap it it's strictly 'I can't believe he just said that sh*t'
Material crews, who can't think straight sober
My flows over your head, I enjoy the aerial view
Focus from the bird's eye, in my scenario of dominance
Defeating weaklings, we're bum rushin' like dirty communists
Raisin' my Iron Curtain revealin' my words the gospel
No apples or giant serpents, the enlightened apostle
J-Treds, I lace heads like tennis players top seeded
Not meanin' to cause a racket, or front the menace
My words speak for themselves, so feel me
Cause on the mic I've got more presence
Than attendance in a cla** of schizophrenics, hear, hear
Drink to that pick up raps, intoxicating
Got your craving my living proof, mixture of speech and wine
To' up from just the flow but pa** the liquor it's over
Henny dead even when twisted I get open like Venetian blinds

Company Flow, the fire in which you burn slow
I remain Indelible
J-Treds, Juggaknotz, to touch the flame you ought not
I remain Indelible


Check check check check check check
I, the Don Digital, slash, piranha morph
Alongside poor terrible surgeons, who blur comic perspectives
On when and how they get lit, that flaming Molotov sh*t
Unstoppable object hits unmovable wall and space split
This rogue cherub got his own twisted agenda, catch that
Walkin' on flatlines, you witness me grow WAY beyond corporate control
Let them eat cake cause I introduce myself as a mistake
Slipped through the quills with a serrated barb stabbed, sharp in the gut
Now we can all become Lord of the Flies
When this industry sees its demise
Huddled up in tribes destruct you get zapped with dead eyes
The five factions giganti the f**k up and get touched
The group hugs you received from your support group
Can't protect you from the bumrush
I'm known to slip arsenic mickies in Talk Soup then reform
With an unprecedented fierceness, display these powers of Storm
I wasn't born in a manger but I still received three gifts
Alphabetically listed they're Big Juss, Mr. Len, and I
See the field creatures scurry, I the killer, caution
Try to merk off with the pie but you choked on my motherf**kin' portion
Bathe within my excrement b*t*h, parody
Your insanity is my clarity
Not to mention convention is a great war weapon
Disguised under the guise of inst**utionalism but still prison
The bad batch of jism
Who stands, who falls, that's when the DJ calls lick the a** crack
On the wack I keep tabs like Timothy Leary and/or ASCAP
The iron lung is non-rustable, you're overrated
As in smoking dust or signing contracts that haven't been thoroughly debated
Got my name up in your mouth like c*ck or gingivitis
When every rhyme becomes the official new blueprint for wannabe writers
Catch a smack to the face on principle
Even when I say nothing, it's a beautiful use of negative space
Indelibles is invincible, El-P don't forget the f**kin' name
Come on Columbo, I know you figured this sh*t out, nobody sounds the same

It gives me great pleasure when true elements get together
And lace the track rough enough to withstand, any type of weather
If you want it I got it, chemically hemming up the seeds
With a poly-epoxy type of a mixture that be fatal if you sniff it
These stupid ones pop the microdots
Then lean into the sound's religion
Watch these styles straight box you up
Coming with clean concise thoughts, penetrating patterns
Not beyond your comprehension but ejected wildly out the barrel
Yo, catch the rarest glimpses of the planet once known as Earth
That gravitated, before inner violence heated it up, then it burnt
It be these two southside n***as who will rock off any beat you push
Cell Therapy, Down South, Goodie Mob and Special Ed's The Bush
It's like this, for the n***as who got caught sleepin' and didn't know
It be these off-axis crazy kings, worlds to revolve around CoFlow
Coming at you in a blazing orange hunting vest thirty yard night
Scope first day of deer hunting, you got scoped out like the foreign Juss
Not the type of n***a to stay on any scene too long, son
I might lace you, leave the EP evidence and then I'm gone