Mijn zoon is jarig!

[Quiana]

50.

En nog een keer gefeliciteerd.

[Methuselah]

Een kwarteeuw al.


Gefeliciteerd.

[Outlaw]

heel lief van je, maar als je even goed rondkijkt zie je dat er al een topic over is.

zou het?
oh
gefeliciteerd dan maar weer

[Miles]

Of zou Tofke deze ook open houden.

tuurlijk, hij is ook ijdel

[Machiavelli]

Artist: Company Flow
Album: Funcrusher Plus
Song: Krazy Kings
Typed by: mchakko@bilbo.bio.purdue.edu

[Bigg Jus]

I swing boomerangs and murder air attacks
Blow out busted internet, access info out your back
Clip cut you off, I'm too advanced for your little cause
Pole position, my verbal contact no life support
We'll maintain position, lift off to ignition
Frequency feedback provide ammunition
The brain cells panic sell two tons of the IQ
When the energy starts to fornicate, that's when I punch through
All type hard rock tracks that's hard to the max
It's spacey like mixing up angel dust and crack
Yo wait a God damned pagan minute, then pause on that
My styles the man like the Ku Klux Klan be from deep down south
Don't let one of these little emcees get lost on the wrong route
Catch a Mississippi Burning fuck that then catch an arson
Land mines, destruction, Far Rockaway to Carson
You couldn't locate my synthy format using LoJack
Bitch I'm all that
Scratch the bed numbers straight off your girls' back
In fact black the injection of my lethal status
Will ultimately break all beats down into antimatter
You couldn't hang if you was bit by a radioactive spider
I'm intrigued, your lackluster broken charted style
Is unkempt and wild causing mayhem
The battle rhymer mixed with tonic and El-P is fucking lethal
Like a African disease killer people
And it's true I'm messing with your whole crew till you're bogling
Cause your style is now off with a blast of the force

It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters
The Krazy Kings these thinking caps be sparking tags quick x4

It's been rated combustible
Computer animated T2
Winds up enzyme fractal poly-residue
When taking away what little time that I got
The mind view in energy oxen I pick the combination spot
When in 1985 they injected me with props
Ten years of misdirected blacks killing, I'm back on the block
Recuperating from the never-ending bloodshed of the war
Though my pockets remain empty, my soul remains pure
Retained it exists laid a whole education
For the new rebirth of a super space station
Practicing the science of shooting the planets from a distance
While escaping without conscience of existence
Or would be laws no matter how much I resistance
From somewhere wicked in the West this way comes
It seems that we underestimated Satan once again
Time marches on but some and then some blends
Into the recess of all starving no content
All for the form of better communication
I bet you wish you could eliminate the whole lower class population
I be the fund raiser for my own expedition
A pro-black family mind reconditioning
For the multi-colored Pumas are no longer the flavor
Unless you're one of those techno transient jungle ravers

It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters
The Krazy Kings be thinking caps and sparking tags quick x4

I strike a match for you two dollar MC's that can't burn
This is for your own concern
I burn images in retinas for all you bitches faking
You couldn't download my multi-disk without penetrating
Complex quotes set to explode off of impact
But it sees to that disco boogie mayhem dance track
Lookie bitch at poetry that's on track like a bookie
More heads be jocking my shit than a droptop at dookie
Peep this, put together the form into pieces
That form the eight steps for your mind increases
Another ass whipping slashing my burn to pieces
It's mad bogus, I'm fading in and out of focus
Cock shoot cops tax me, I'm taxing you
My gunshots scream nerve wracking, heads is pushing through
Intensity, I booby-trap all known vicinities
Leave you stinking like face guts in a dumpster in Little Italy

It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters
The Krazy Kings be thinking caps and sparking tags quick x8

[Machiavelli]

Artist: Company Flow
Album: End to End Burners... Episode 1
Song: End to End Burners
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash, bse@bseuk.com

[together]
C.F. digital bust critical
Lighters get burned on a diamond stylus
Four elements control the soundclash
CoFlow responds to the crowd's mileage

[Bigg Jus]
The nitrous illustrator surveyor terrorizer
Hit end to end burners plus multiple insiders
Sublevel providers or simple verbalizer
The most humble student sniper, destroy to amplify
The sentinal who protects the portal dimensional hologram
Cover all chapters of b-boy visuals
Take it back to two A.M. fill in the 3D outline in the park
A year later drug raiders set off black and silver sparks
Somehow it just changed the culture ripped the whole movement apart
from it's origins, begin that gave the four elements its start
What remains, a crew trying to rebuild in vain
To the local squad, trying to bring the fame back to they building
I'm in the finals, three years consecutive for soundkilling
Pooh butt analyzers, the weapon mystifier
Who wanna come test the King Benevolent
who turn the state of the art, into nuttin or irrelevant
Who fuck the world whirlwind myriad of vaporous hybrids, it's known
to seep through these brick walls n shit, close your eyelids
in the field of depth perception
I annihilate kids with no less than Texas tittie twisters
Skull nuggies, purple nurples, methamphetamine
Break the land speed record dip out leave a crop circle
Mr. Sluggo top-notch competitor behaviour injector invader
Crush competition like a overturned Blazer
Our greatest work ever, overthrow the stock exchange with lazers
Escape flying through the Number 4 tunnel, too low to be detected by radar
Grand concourse mixer of flavour breast elixir
We screwface competition with Ruthie cola mixture
I'm way above, shine on crews like a street lamp fixture

[together]
Super duty tough words, all vision lost rhymin
B-Boys hold down the function
Rock steadily for more than just dough
"Dance to the rhythm and rhyme of CoFlow" (repeat 5X)

[Big Juss]
A hot wire like a third rail is live (repeat 3X)
From here to oblivion, I obliterate

[El Producto]
Yo, I cut most meticulous with a similar interest
King of pen and sing to a metronome without an influence
Shot burner off-kilter bust shit at random
like civil war muskets or ADD kids throwin tantrums
Out out the damn spot with phantom power rebel bunch
Using the populace like Fed fed the meat to public school lunches
Sad to say im the matrix with the code for smallpox rapist
Out of all shots mine are worn from hit 'n' runs, caught 'em mixtapeless
Straight from limbo where the most favourite dish is faces
Marching like Dimes or Orangemen through Belfast
Manimal hybrids be combination, then beatbox
til the tastebuds on our tongues are smooth and shapeless
Dodging thought police this patient zero the folk hero
Clepto steal the spotlight before b-boys turn complacent
Specialize in neuter services and theft of game systems
The crew detaches expands and credits them towards purchases
Wisdom with a bad touch, incision pain plus
that botched the operation and denied insurance claim from it
Overfiendish, twenty cock to shoot out fuck your mind
before that morning cup of ovaltine shit
El Producto, C.F. born to break shit down and replace it with
fortified vitamins that you can lick right off the vinyl
Little Leaguer, my phonics is on some clearly ironic shit
like hittin pick six on the day of the apocalypse
Took the hard road to blaze a trail like yeast infection
in urethras, just to match crabs try to bite my style, fail
Diss me on the internet like picket line crossin Teamsters
Scabs that's realy down with hip hop only if convenient, KILL HIM!!!

The rhyme sucks
The delivery sucks
This fucking move, terrible, very old
Look at me I'm going to dance for you now, look

"Dance to the rhythm and rhyme of CoFlow" (repeat 4X)

[Big Juss]
A hot one among the third rail is live (repeat 3X)
From here to oblivion, I obliterate

"Dance to the rhythm and rhyme of CoFlow" (cut and scratched)

[Methuselah]

An Outlaw schreef op 31-10-2004 @ 16:04 :
heel lief van je, maar als je even goed rondkijkt zie je dat er al een topic over is.

Ben nog niet goed wakker precies.

Mergen please! TOFKE!!

[Miles]

per piacere schreef op 31-10-2004 @ 16:05 :
tuurlijk, hij is ook ijdel

[Quiana]

Methuselah schreef op 31-10-2004 @ 16:08 :


Ben nog niet goed wakker precies.

Mergen please! TOFKE!!

Is Quiana ook goed voor een keer?

[Outlaw]

nee

[zwoesj]

Fijn voor hem.

feli

[thatssarah]

ja lieverd, gefeliciteerd...

An Outlaw schreef op 31-10-2004 @ 16:21 :
nee

[Methuselah]

Quiana schreef op 31-10-2004 @ 16:20 :
Is Quiana ook goed voor een keer?

[Canon the Brilarian]

Gefeliciteerd Tofke.

Quiana schreef op 31-10-2004 @ 15:18 :
50.

En nog een keer gefeliciteerd.

WAAAAH ZE ZEI 50 !!!

Gefeliciteerd Tofke. Ik heb een westmalle voor je koud staan, als je hem vanavond niet komt opdrinken zie ik mij genoodzaakt hem zelf leeg te drinken.

[TheRedArrow]

Solero schreef op 31-10-2004 @ 17:16 :
WAAAAH ZE ZEI 50 !!!

Als ze 51 zou zeggen zou dat nòg stommer zijn.

[Sasz]

gefeliciteerd

[Daantje_0705]

Gefeliciteerd

[olijke otter]

hihih ihihih gefeliciteerd tofke kusjeknuff <3

[naam onbekend]

Gefeliciteert Tofke en ook D@mien

ijsbeer schreef op 31-10-2004 @ 00:10 :
Gefeliciteerd met uw zoon.

[xineof]

Gefeliciteerd !!!

[Mark Almighty]

Tofke, feli!

[Nonaj]

Gefeliciteerd

Jaja.. ook vanuit hier, België, gefeliciteerd hoor! (ben alleen btje laat zie ik - zoals gewoonlijk trouwens )

[Keyser Saus]

Sarah schreef op 31-10-2004 @ 16:33 :
feli

[cyntha]

Gefeliciteerd.

D@mien schreef op 31-10-2004 @ 00:49 :
congrats!