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B.T. Express - "If It Don't Turn You on (You Oughta Leave It Alone)"

Lyrics:
[Scratches by Mr. Len]
[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
year later [bad word] 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 [bad word] test the King Benevolent
Who turn the state of the art, into nuttin or irrelevant
Who [bad word] the world whirlwind myriad of vaporous hybrids, it's known
To seep through these brick walls n [bad word]  close your eyelids
In the field of depth perception
I annihilate kids with no less than Texas [bad word] twisters
Skull nuggies, purple nurples, methamphetamine
Break the land speed record dip out leave a crop circle
Mr. Sluggo [bad word] behaviour injector invader
 [bad [bad word] 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 [bad word] with roofie-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]
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 Pain and sing to a metronome without an influence
Shot burner off-kilter bust [bad word] at random
Like civil war muskets or A.D.D. kids throwin [bad word] 
Out-out the [bad word] spot with phantom power rebel bunch
Using the populace like Fen-Phen 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 [bad word]  caught 'em mixtapeless
Straight from limbo where the most favourite dish is faces
Marching like Dimes or Orangemen through Belfast
Manimal hybrids [bad word]  then beatbox
Till the tastebuds on our tongues are smooth and shapeless
Dodging thought police this patient zero the folk hero
Klepto steal the spotlight before b-boys [bad word] 
Specialize in neuter services and theft of game systems
With [bad word] attention spans and credits them towards purchases
Wisdom with a bad touch, and I'll provide incision pain plus
That botched the operation and denied insurance claim from it
Overfiendish, twenty [bad word] to shoot out [bad word] your mind
Before that morning cup of Ovaltine [bad word] 
El Producto, C.F. born to break [bad word] down and replace it with
Fortified vitamins that you can lick right off the vinyl
Little Leaguer, my phonics is on some clearly ironic [bad word] 
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 really down with hip hop only if convenient
Kill him!