Collude/Intrude
Company Flow Lyrics


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featuring J Treds



[announcer]

Mr. Len a.k.a. Space Ghost please commence intro
Company Flow perform J Treds prepare

El P prepare you have approximately five minutes

Fuck the bullshit Time/Warner will fall

Record labels will fall the Earth will crumble

Begin



[El Producto]

Enter the all city access and encounter the likes of these

Regionally no one relaxes actual

No wonder I'ma type to crush contenders with pure chewing satisfaction

Pervade your ultraharmonic with the back of your whole mediocre faction

Sonic boom head zoom contact off antaxion

Elbowed with a vacumn pure death MC's with closed captions

Wind up in the willows, catch the whirling dervish

Or the dead and dumb millennium is at your service

Flow the plaque, instigate lyrics then backfile another MC

who thought cause he was dipped in powder blue that he could rock pastel

Got your hip-hop essence out of the Cross Colours catalog

while I launch technology

Ask L. Ron Hubbard to break down my Scientology

Fuckin up to the chest I bucks the city us Bad Touchin

Boogie to break to bumrushin

Fresh start taming biofeed this track achieves

pain penicilin crack and AZT couldn't relieve

Being Sizzlean I will trim the fat like Susan Powders

Disrespectin burners like cap, lickin off shots from clocktowers

Play ring around the dead nation

The Deadhead situation, situated to see-saw creation

MC's are helpless like Gadzook keep faggot like RuPaul

troop to the new sensation fuck that whole wannabe gangster fascination

The illusion is broke, or cock albums mispoke

And got the El P rookie cards stuck in they bicycle spoke

For those VH-1 crystalized pseudo rip flows

Let the liquid talon soak into the seam of your coat

Meet the professional dead or alive politrick technician

Straight neck capital P for the deep throat dickin

I was that first monkey to touch the Monolith, delinquent

Up in that crack like white squaw for the weekend

and I sunk your Battleship

Parked in a hot zone, live to the E. Bola

Manifest brain tumors through the phone as you roam in your Motorolas



[J-Treds]

All hail, J and El the fan drives, we got the grand prize

Foes fantasize runner up, the closest they can see it because

skills so lenient I've been boastin with half a flow

They can't handle the whole weight son, diagnosis, bullemic believe it

My best line, too advanced for Pop Warner

you got cornered scouting report, can't scramble in the clutch

But when I get down, it's third and inches threatenin to score

How you gonna tackle the topic when you suckers two hand touch it?

We're too damn much for your defense break you down, zone weakens

Words bring embarrassment, Captains look like third string in comparison

to this too well known to kick fat flow

And beat suckers straight up and down, Tic-Tac-Toe

Game over when I blow your mind, but then I aimed over explosive cuts

Verbal flamethrower, serving roasted nuts

as after battle snacks you wish you wore a cup in your panties

So all you pussies in this rap game, time to up the ante

What's your fancy? Big time skills or small penny

Dead to latter my varsity letter, fatter than your JV

Only play with the big boys, toys bringin that weak shit

Before the battle I hit em off with fat, ladies latest release on cassette

They were done from the start

Ran for the finish got detoured from the fast route by another

One spot holder hold ground for our town, N.Y.

For those who don't acknowledge they get left ass out plumbers



[announcer]

Congratulations Len, you have made it halfway

They are falling, their armies are retreating

The job is not over, you must continue, please move forward

El P, bring out tactic evasion, start, summation equals now

Do not fail us, we're counting on you



[El Producto]

For thoughts I see hot like three males with a cot included

Where the Sidewalk Ends and all your linear math gets diluted

Infant when he Star Spangled, packed a brand

circular medicine and deject wreck-the-tangle

Fuck Time/Warner and it's affiliates, for runnin that wannabe Big Willie shit

Leave those fancy clothes up to the Pope

List all personal posessions in your liner note

While I connect wreck genuinely cuttin through these red ropes

Son grip the love spigot, yeah that's the ticket

This platoon pop 99 Luftballons

While the one hit blunder rushes exhaust like city buses

I bond, like resin cause for the sake of skill, lost and found

Found by DNA patterns to wish you could climb

Just a little girl around the way of my set, that's the time

Enter the evil opus, focus on rap scrambling

Record labels to expect not reaction is bad gambling

I know a few true that make we, collusion

El P and J-Treds pentrate cranial intrusion



[J-Treds]

We do this one time so catch it, two of the illest and unsigned

Lethal separate but combined, friction created a frontline a rhyming

Got you steppin, tryin to evade us bustin caps in your thoughts

But now crossfire catching's added to your job skills

top of your resume

Submitted applyin, for lyric positions that we occupied yesterday

but got the pink slip, labels on some not think shit

Requiring, brain absence lobotomy reigns/rains, rapids

That trap gets full, by J and El evasion tactics

Our equations infinite, punks distortin random access

Havin half words recyclin tracks like plastic, please forfeit

Flippin the same script, I hope it has reinforcements, or else

it's torn to pieces while our thesis is untouched

Saved on my PC under the filename of Funcrush

Megabytes bumrush, by one punch, upon my keyboard

My data's the top secret that mad suckers will fiend for

Come from the last to be cut from Dream Team Three

We be the ones who shine, prepare for butt, kickin

Rarely benchwarmin throwin down, all too often

While others barely touch rim and that's when they're butt licking



[announcer]

Done, job well done

They know who we are, they know we know who they are

They will fall, they are going to have to repeat

Understand, they will no longer monopolize





Time/Warner will fall, I'm proud of you, come home

Overall Meaning

Company Flow's song Collude-Intrude featuring J-Treds is a song that criticizes the music industry and record labels. The lyrics show no mercy to those who engage in the "bullshit" that is "ruining" hip-hop music. The song is an excellent display of each artist's lyrical prowess, showcasing their ability to deliver lines with precision and confidence.


El Producto's verse is full of wordplay and metaphors that paint a vivid picture of his view on the current state of hip-hop music. He takes aim at MCs who he believes are mediocre and not up to his level. He brags about his ability to crush contenders and permeate their mediocre factions with ultraharmonic backings. He makes a call to disregard the hip-hop essence that is being sold by record labels and launch technology. The line that states "being Sizzlean I will trim the fat like Susan Powders" is a reference to the diet program that was popular in the 90s.


J-Treds takes a different route in his verse and attacks those who try to compete with his skills. He boasts that his skills are too advanced for Pop Warner and that defenders can't handle his flow. He compares his skills to those of varsity letter athletes while dismissing those who bring "weak sh*t." He challenges those who are "applying for lyric positions" that they have already been filled. His verse is a declaration that he and El Producto are the "two illest and unsigned" and that their equations are infinite.


Overall, the song is a call to action for individuals to stop swallowing the "bullshit" that is being sold by record labels and the music industry. It's a song that critiques the status quo and challenges individuals to start creating their own raps, free of the constraints of the industry.


Line by Line Meaning

[announcer]
The announcer introduces the song and sets the stage for Company Flow and J Treds to perform.


Mr. Len a.k.a. Space Ghost please commence intro
Mr. Len, also known as Space Ghost, is asked to start the introduction.


Company Flow perform J Treds prepare
Company Flow is getting ready to perform while J Treds prepares himself.


El P prepare you have approximately five minutes
El P is told to prepare as he has around five minutes before he needs to start.


Fuck the bullshit Time/Warner will fall
Expressing dissatisfaction with Time/Warner, stating that it will eventually fail.


Record labels will fall the Earth will crumble
Predicting that record labels will collapse and even the Earth will face destruction.


Enter the all city access and encounter the likes of these
Entering a space where people from all over the city gather and having to face individuals like them.


Regionally no one relaxes actual
In this region, nobody truly relaxes or takes it easy.


No wonder I'ma type to crush contenders with pure chewing satisfaction
It's not surprising that the artist can easily defeat competitors with absolute satisfaction.


Pervade your ultraharmonic with the back of your whole mediocre faction
Infusing the ultraharmonic sound with the force of the artist's group and overpowering the mediocre group.


Sonic boom head zoom contact off antaxion
Having a head-on collision with intense impact that causes confusion.


Elbowed with a vacumn pure death MC’s with closed captions
Being forcefully hit and cornered, leaving other rappers helpless with no chance of survival.


Wind up in the willows, catch the whirling dervish
Finding oneself in a difficult situation and experiencing chaos and confusion.


Or the dead and dumb millennium is at your service
The singer is sarcastically implying that even in a time of ignorance and stupidity, they are still available to provide their services.


Flow the plaque, instigate lyrics then backfile another MC
Fluent in delivering rhymes, provoking other rappers, and then burying them in obscurity.


who thought cause he was dipped in powder blue that he could rock pastel
Referencing a rapper who mistakenly believed that their fashion choices make them superior but in reality, they are just average.


Got your hip-hop essence out of the Cross Colours catalog
Accusing another rapper of getting their understanding of hip-hop from a mainstream fashion brand rather than the culture itself.


while I launch technology
The singer is advancing their style and approach to the game.


Ask L. Ron Hubbard to break down my Scientology
Challenging L. Ron Hubbard, the founder of Scientology, to analyze and comprehend the singer's unique artistic expression.


Fuckin up to the chest I bucks the city us Bad Touchin
Taking on and challenging the entire city with aggressive and unwelcome actions.


Boogie to break to bumrushin
Engaging in dance and movement while also overpowering and taking over.


Fresh start taming biofeed this track achieves
Starting anew and using biological stimulus to successfully achieve greatness with this track.


pain penicilin crack and AZT couldn't relieve
Referencing powerful pain medications and treatments that cannot provide relief from the pain the singer brings.


Being Sizzlean I will trim the fat like Susan Powders
Comparing themselves to a low-fat cooking product, implying that they will remove unnecessary elements and excess in order to achieve a leaner and more potent form.


Disrespectin burners like cap, lickin off shots from clocktowers
Showing disrespect towards other rappers who claim to be armed and firing shots like clockwork, dominating them instead.


Play ring around the dead nation
Symbolically circling and mocking the demise of a dying nation or society.


The Deadhead situation, situated to see-saw creation
Denoting the condition of the Deadhead community and their involvement in an unpredictable and volatile creative process.


MC’s are helpless like Gadzook keep faggot like RuPaul
Highlighting the vulnerability of other rappers and comparing them to Gadzook, a character that often finds himself in problematic situations, and RuPaul, an openly gay entertainer.


troop to the new sensation fuck that whole wannabe gangster fascination
Rejecting the trend of aspiring to be gangsters and embracing a new, authentic style and approach.


The illusion is broke, or cock albums mispoke
Breaking the illusion or deception created by other artists who have falsely represented themselves and their albums.


And got the El P rookie cards stuck in they bicycle spoke
Other rappers have disregarded the value and potential of El P, likening it to sticking rookie cards in bicycle spokes, degrading his talent.


For those VH-1 crystalized pseudo rip flows
Mocking rappers who have copied and imitated popular flows and styles, comparing them to a fake and manufactured version on VH-1.


Let the liquid talon soak into the seam of your coat
Allowing the sharp and penetrating words of the artist to permeate deep into one's being and affect them deeply, similar to liquid soaking into fabric.


Meet the professional dead or alive politrick technician
Introducing the artist as a highly skilled and experienced expert in political trickery, capable of operating effectively in both life and death situations.


Straight neck capital P for the deep throat dickin
Asserting oneself with confidence and dominance, symbolized by straightening the neck and asserting authority.


I was that first monkey to touch the Monolith, delinquent
Referencing the famous monolith from the film 2001: A Space Odyssey, suggesting that the artist was the one who first embraced and explored new territory, even if it was unconventional or rebellious.


Up in that crack like white squaw for the weekend
Using a metaphor to describe being deeply involved and engaged in a certain activity or environment, comparable to a white person immersing themselves in Native American culture during a short vacation.


and I sunk your Battleship
Metaphorically defeating and overpowering the opponent, likened to the sinking of a battleship.


Parked in a hot zone, live to the E. Bola
Being in a dangerous and intense situation, surviving and thriving like the infectious disease Ebola.


Manifest brain tumors through the phone as you roam in your Motorolas
Causing damage and harm through the use of communication devices such as phones and Motorola mobile devices.


All hail, J and El the fan drives, we got the grand prize
Applauding and acknowledging J and El as the driving force of the fans, as they have achieved the ultimate success.


Foes fantasize runner up, the closest they can see it because
Enemies can only dream and fantasize about being the runner-up because that's the closest they will ever get.


skills so lenient I've been boastin with half a flow
Having skills that are so effortless and lenient that the singer can still boast with just half of their talent.


They can't handle the whole weight son, diagnosis, bullemic believe it
Others cannot handle the entire force and impact of the artist's abilities, leading to a diagnosis of bulimia as a metaphor for their inability to digest and comprehend it fully.


My best line, too advanced for Pop Warner
The artist's most impressive rhyme or lyric is too intellectually advanced for someone at a beginner level, comparable to Pop Warner youth football leagues.


you got cornered scouting report, can't scramble in the clutch
The opposition has been analyzed and studied, revealing that they cannot quickly react and adapt in crucial moments of pressure.


But when I get down, it's third and inches threatenin to score
When the singer gets into a challenging situation, they thrive and are dangerously close to achieving their goal.


How you gonna tackle the topic when you suckers two hand touch it?
Challenging others to properly address and handle important topics when they approach it with a non-confrontational and superficial approach.


We're too damn much for your defense break you down, zone weakens
The singer and J Treds are too powerful and overwhelming for the opposition's defense, causing their organized structure to weaken and crumble.


Words bring embarrassment, Captains look like third string in comparison
The singer's words and skills cause embarrassment, reducing even the so-called leaders or captains to a level comparable to third-string players in terms of talent and ability.


to this too well known to kick fat flow
Acknowledging their reputation and widespread recognition for delivering exceptional flows and rhymes.


And beat suckers straight up and down, Tic-Tac-Toe
Defeating opponents without any difficulty or challenge, as if playing a simple game of Tic-Tac-Toe.


Game over when I blow your mind, but then I aimed over explosive cuts
When the artist impresses and astounds with their skills, it signifies the end of the game, but they still aim to deliver explosive and extraordinary performances.


Verbal flamethrower, serving roasted nuts
Using aggressive and powerful words to attack and metaphorically burn opponents, similar to a flamethrower, and leaving them humiliated and defeated.


as after battle snacks you wish you wore a cup in your panties
Leaving opponents in such a vulnerable state after the battle that they wish they had worn protection, metaphorically represented by a cup in their underwear.


So all you pussies in this rap game, time to up the ante
Demanding that all the weak and inferior rappers in the industry step up their game and improve their skills.


What's your fancy? Big time skills or small penny
Challenging other rappers with the question of whether they prefer having impressive skills on a grand scale or just settling for a small amount of recognition.


Dead to latter my varsity letter, fatter than your JV
Boasting about being superior to others, even in high school or college, referenced through varsity and junior varsity letters.


Only play with the big boys, toys bringin that weak shit
Refusing to engage or associate with those who aren't on the same level and only accepting a high caliber of competition, dismissing anything of lesser quality.


Before the battle I hit em off with fat, ladies latest release on cassette
Before engaging in a battle, the artist impresses others with a great mix or compilation of songs, showcasing their talent by using the latest songs released by female artists on cassette tapes.


They were done from the start
The opponents were already defeated and had no chance of winning from the very beginning.


Ran for the finish got detoured from the fast route by another
Running and aiming to reach the finish line, but being diverted or distracted by someone else, causing a delay or change in direction.


One spot holder hold ground for our town, N.Y.
Taking a dominant position and representing for their hometown, New York, by holding down one particular spot or area.


For those who don't acknowledge they get left ass out plumbers
Those who refuse to acknowledge the artist's skill and presence are left excluded and irrelevant, comparable to plumbers who are left out or forgotten.


Congratulations Len, you have made it halfway
Recognizing Mr. Len's progress and success, as he has reached the halfway point.


They are falling, their armies are retreating
Describing the decline and retreat of opponents, as their power and influence diminishes.


The job is not over, you must continue, please move forward
Acknowledging that the mission is not yet completed and encouraging Mr. Len to keep going and advance further.


El P, bring out tactic evasion, start, summation equals now
El P is requested to employ evasive tactics and strategies, starting immediately, as the final result needs to be achieved now.


Do not fail us, we're counting on you
Emphasizing the importance of not failing and expressing reliance and trust in Mr. Len to accomplish the task.


For thoughts I see hot like three males with a cot included
The artist's thoughts and ideas are visually striking and intense, similar to the heat generated by three men cramped in a small jail cell.


Where the Sidewalk Ends and all your linear math gets diluted
Referencing the book 'Where the Sidewalk Ends' by Shel Silverstein, suggesting that the singer's creativity and unconventional thinking surpasses and overpowers the linear and logical thinking of others.


Infant when he Star Spangled, packed a brand
Symbolizing the birth or emergence of a significant figure when the national anthem, 'The Star-Spangled Banner,' is played, evoking a strong sense of pride and identity.


circular medicine and deject wreck-the-tangle
Using circular medicine to cure and alleviate the emotional entanglement caused by unfortunate situations or relationships.


Fuck Time/Warner and it's affiliates, for runnin that wannabe Big Willie shit
Expressing disdain towards Time/Warner and its associated entities for promoting and supporting a fake and pretentious lifestyle associated with being wealthy and powerful like Will Smith.


Leave those fancy clothes up to the Pope
Suggesting that only the Pope should wear extravagant and ceremonial clothing, as it is not suitable for others.


List all personal posessions in your liner note
Recommending that artists should disclose and document all their personal belongings in the liner notes of their albums.


While I connect wreck genuinely cuttin through these red ropes
As the artist effortlessly destroys the competition, they are metaphorically cutting through red ropes, which symbolize obstacles and challenges.


Son grip the love spigot, yeah that's the ticket
Encouraging the listener to embrace and share love, as it is the key to success and happiness.


This platoon pop 99 Luftballons
The singer's group launches attacks and bursts the bubble of illusions and false ideas, comparable to the pop of 99 Luftballons.


While the one hit blunder rushes exhaust like city buses
Pointing out that artists who have achieved one hit wonder status quickly fade away and become irrelevant, just like city buses that emit exhaust fumes.


I bond, like resin cause for the sake of skill, lost and found
The artist forms powerful connections, like resin, fueled by the desire to preserve and promote skill and talent that is often overlooked or dismissed.


Found by DNA patterns to wish you could climb
The artist's contribution and talent are recognized and appreciated through genetic patterns, leaving others envious and longing to reach the same level of success.


Just a little girl around the way of my set, that's the time
Highlighting the singer's early beginnings and humble origins, as they recall a time when they were just a young girl in their local community.


Enter the evil opus, focus on rap scrambling
Energetically diving into a powerful piece of work, focusing on delivering intense and impactful rap performances.


Record labels to expect not reaction is bad gambling
It would be unwise for record labels to anticipate a lack of reaction or response, as it is a risky bet.


I know a few true that make we, collusion
Acknowledging a select group of loyal and genuine people who work together and collaborate closely with the singer.


El P and J-Treds pentrate cranial intrusion
El P and J-Treds successfully enter the minds and thoughts of listeners, delving deep into their consciousness.


We do this one time so catch it, two of the illest and unsigned
The artist and J-Treds are performing together for a limited time, so the audience should make sure to catch their act, as they are two highly skilled and talented artists who have yet to be signed to a record label.


Lethal separate but combined, friction created a frontline a rhyming
Individually, the artist and J-Treds are formidable and capable of causing harm, but when they come together, their combination creates a powerful force that represents the front line of rhyming.


Got you steppin, tryin to evade us bustin caps in your thoughts
The singer and J-Treds have opponents on their toes, desperately trying to avoid being targeted and defeated by the verbal bullets fired by their minds.


But now crossfire catching's added to your job skills
In addition to their regular skills and responsibilities, opponents are now forced to also handle the challenging task of navigating and surviving the crossfire caused by the singer and J-Treds.


top of your resume
The ability to handle the crossfire is viewed as a valuable skill and is listed at the very top of opponents' resumes.


Submitted applyin, for lyric positions that we occupied yesterday
Others are submitting applications and trying to compete for the same positions in the field of lyricism that the artist and J-Treds held in the past.


but got the pink slip, labels on some not think shit
Instead of being accepted or hired, those who applied were rejected and received the 'pink slip,' an indication that the labels are not thinking intelligently or considering the best talent.


Requiring, brain absence lobotomy reigns/rains, rapids
The labels' requirements and preferences demonstrate a lack of intelligence and awareness, comparable to the reign of lobotomies, which involve removing parts of the brain, resulting in heavy rainfall or rapid movement.


That trap gets full, by J and El evasion tactics
The trap set by the industry becomes crowded and overwhelmed due to the evasive tactics employed by J and El.


Our equations infinite, punks distortin random access
The mathematical formulas or strategies used by the singer and J-Treds are limitless and outmatch the attempts of other rappers to gain irregular access or recognition.


Havin half words recyclin tracks like plastic, please forfeit
Other rappers are reusing and recycling half-baked, unoriginal lyrics with tracks that lack substance, and the singer advises them to simply give up and concede.


Flippin the same script, I hope it has reinforcements, or else
Addressing the monotony and repetitiveness of others who continue to use the same strategies and techniques, expressing a desire for their approach to have some sort of reinforcement or improvement.


it's torn to pieces while our thesis is untouched
While the dull and repetitive scripts are torn apart and destroyed, the artist and J-Treds' thesis or main idea remains unscathed and unstained.


Saved on my PC under the filename of Funcrush
The artist has saved their thesis or main idea on their computer, giving it the file name 'Funcrush' as a reference to their group.


Megabytes bumrush, by one punch, upon my keyboard
Asserting that their skills and ideas are so potent and impactful that they can overwhelm and dominate digitally, represented by a 'bumrush' of megabytes, with just one strike on the keyboard.


My data's the top secret that mad suckers will fiend for
The singer's data or information is highly classified and sought after by desperate and lowly individuals.


Come from the last to be cut from Dream Team Three
The artist and J-Treds emerge from the position of being the last ones removed or excluded from the prestigious Dream Team Three, a reference to a basketball team consisting of elite players.


We be the ones who shine, prepare for butt, kickin
The artist and J-Treds are the ones who excel and stand out, and others should get ready to be humiliated or defeated.


Rarely benchwarmin throwin down, all too often
The artist and J-Treds rarely sit on the bench and instead frequently engage in battles and competitions, demonstrating their commitment and involvement.


While others barely touch rim and that's when they're butt licking
Comparing the limited success of others to merely touching the rim in basketball and implying that their achievements only occur when they are in a subservient or inferior position.


Done, job well done
Acknowledging that the task is completed and recognizing the success and achievement of the artist and their team.


They know who we are, they know we know who they are
Others are aware of the singer's identity and recognize that the singer is also aware of their existence and actions.


They will fall, they are going to have to repeat
Predicting the downfall and failure of others, as they will be forced to repeat their unsuccessful attempts.


Understand, they will no longer monopolize
Stating that the opposition will no longer have exclusive control or dominance.


I'm proud of you, come home
Expressing pride and support for the artist and their achievements, suggesting that they should return home to a place of comfort and celebration.




Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Written by: JUSTIN INGLETON

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