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Company Flow is an American underground hip hop group from Brooklyn, New York City at one time associated with the independent record label Rawkus Records. Rapper/producer El-P and DJ/producer Mr. Len founded the group in 1992 in Queens, New York and rapper/producer Bigg Jus later joined. more »

Year:

1999

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Do you know who you are.. 
Do you know who you are fucking with? 
Do you know the access to weapons money and power 
That we have? We will fucking kill you! 

I'm the ugliest version of passed down toxic capitalist 
Rapid emcee perversion I'm America! 
Your bleeding heart liberal drivel gets squashed 
Wash em with sterilized rhyme patriot guided weaponry bomb 
From the makers of the devious hearts... I'm America! 
You bitchy little tarts don't even phase my basic policy 
The bomb's smarter, my Ronald Reagan's crush Carter 
Prepare big tactics, making young men into martyrs 
(Come on down!) Come to my happy promised land 
Smiley faced opportunity cypher 
And jump on the co flow pension plan 
A proletariat, crushing State of the Union 
Between serpentine words and mass confusion 
Of media controlled blurb advertising disillusionment 
Your family will love my low-rent, low-life 
No-brain, reality-dagger, movement 
Hop over the border for amusement, try to test the waters 
That the other slaughter crews periodic using 
You up against... Jesus Freak, forming corporations in Young Republicans 
Indelible NATO force hidden agenda, puppet governments 
I'm loving it! Keep the people guessing who I'm running with 
Control the population and hide behind sacred covenants 
Fucking with me?!?! Means liberal wildlife burning, gasoline seized 
And an auto magnetic third world printed with metal plates in they knees 
Can't you hear the disenchanted, hide the scream of 
Gabriel's reflected new wind instrument, a judgment played in flat see 
I replace humans like robots in a GM factory (Warning! Warning!) 
Then explore metaphors to sweat shops, cause the price is satisfactory 
Your pious little cries of injustice get met with apathy (aw, shucks!) 
Soak, cloak, hormone injected dairy product 
And conservative right-wing anti-eroticism the poisonous 
Reservoirs and power lines in your neighborhood cause botchilism 
Senseless! Join the census, censorship sentences sentence 
Triple-felon citizen paid penance! 
Dissension against see-F ends in, penitentiary residence 
Lock em up first, then ask questions 
Omission presence, my CHARM is the weapon 
With cameras mics and satellites that leave privacy breathless 
You don't even know the chemicals you've ingested 
Urine tested... Beat innocent man till he confesses 

"Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America?" 
"Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America?" 
I'm America! I'm America! I'm America! Mr. Len, get busy on em! 

I'm America arrogant! Terminus verbal curfew murders 
You either purchase my products or you're worthless, that's my servants! 
Don't look into the oculars of a daylight saver 
Erase your city head and monument defacer comprising of 
Patriot droids, sent into the void with lead linings 
Employed by the bureaucrats of automatic twisted rhyme timing 
You're guaranteed nothing but my fat little finger 
That lingers one inch off of the big button... Let's start this! 
I'm Saran gas, hide in your apartments 
I'm stealth like a robot hidden in the fat asshole of Cartman 
And give a crippling f*ck like sand sharkskin condom 
To your apparent vaginal problem, the hottest shit on sound bombing 
I'm American till infinite justice measure to pesticide cemetery 
Invite you to cross the border then shit on your divinities 
What language is that? I'm anguish in fact, tangle with a 
Star-spangled standard issue for crowd management 
Go wild and get a trial and then a hot cry to harassment 
By the crowd force of my mental pedestrian checker, 
That smashes subordinate skulls and update the file in your dental records 
You trying to get a light but yet the crowd is my paid hecklers (Boo! Boo!) 
You just stepped into the spectrum of paranoid word wrangle 
Thinking you sick with a silhouette, burn transit cop out his plain clothes 
I'm America!! This is where the pain grows like poppies 
In a Field of Dreams I paid for, I'll burn it down if operated sloppily 
Copy? My economic sanction rhyme style got your syllables 
Scraping for rice and riding in a green 1960 jalopy 
My favorite flavour of gas is mustard 
I'm fucking a blind hermaphrodite icon and convincing you that it's justice! 

"Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America?" 

Treason will not be tolerated 
You have been enlisted, into a lifestyle that you may not change
Understand! You can't be happy, and smile, for the cameras
Motherfucker!

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