Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Steps to Perfection

Rugged like Rwanda, don't wind up far or get up
Quick to rush the spot like urine get mopped up
Tags that spray your hall rap aerosol
graffiti lectures in can control

Or with the devil racing uptown first to Fort Apache
I'm much too much for any style to master me
From the thought's bridge to the hell's gate, lyrically detonating
Sparking M-80's and rockets it's a nigga chaser

Downtown graffiti deface a debaser
Open up your eyes and clean out your
open like the grand canyon
Emcees couldn't hang if they was lynched by the Grand

Searching for my like Job-Corps
home on work release shoplifting at the rap store
But sabotaging me easy
I'm crooked like Nathan Wind starring as

With a big baseball bat you get robbed like
A sandwich still ain't but a hero
Just a sample of the abstract
the rhyme gets crazy hot and lyrics don't know how to act

Whether joints or wax
I go all out and attack and herbs that's crazy wack
We all be pimps, and we all can't rap
You got to get your dollars on cause it's on that

what I want you to do
Niggas the green Axe and burgundy Forerunner
Inhuman Blade Runner
When I'm rhyming all just listen to the drummer

Transistor blister feedback the impeders
Funk flow we frequencies in sequence
Napalm dropped long range like fiber optics
Check the rhyme activity your skills is

Peace to my and my nigga El-P
Who's here to spark it causing all these crabs to

Check it and I inflict it quattro nine fifty misty
me Maxmillian 'cause I'm that crazy robot
Teetering on the edge of outer
buckshots till black holes surround me, you found me

As far as I'm concerned, I've got ashes in an urn
Big up, the temperamental hold barred kid
What's your Tracks is type dusty
Drinking water out the of life and I'ma piss it back rusty

Flesh and phonics, you're god damned
I'm on 'em like aorta pacemakers up to clappers
off, welcome to my free form jubilee, look at me
The witness to the shit you be

DBA lyrical P as a simp and I'm a sycophant
Feeding on passed and dipped
In and out of my invisible
Forerunner rep

Wrecks like techs bust
Rusty goner weasel beats on an easel
Shoot a up
What bitch boxing shadows

Look out my way you your breath out to battle
your double helix, and now the shit is single
Not mono, I burn the needle out your
El-P the third gunner on the grassy

Stroll, keep the seventh seal of heaven in my
You're faggot sprockets, motherfuck the Houston Rockets
I'm so sick of metaphors
Bet but I'd fuck Ingalls only when she's done with her chores

Got rappers tip toeing on a to Heaven
Got like Bruce Banner when he's stressed
I'm sick of your corny beats and your crowd-involved
I'm a thinker, evil anus letting off stinkers

8 to perfection
The sum of each part an octagon
Let rhyme styles get

8 to perfection
The sum of each part an octagon
Where styles get sparked

The holy terror, last you never won't win
taps on a violin
You can never the rhyme origin
I rate one like a Chinese, Jamaican a chin

Hot rocking corduroy, that's so fitted
came and assed out my tracks and left 'em shitted
Fuck the movement, lubricate the smooth
Just to letcha know, do I use it

Strictly the blueprint for the ghetto in my cipher
Shorty the sniper like Cherokee
When I take aim handling to wall emcees
Mr. Madman attract like magnets

They fuck up cavernous when I'm stabbing it
Like the Juice, then go Bronco loose
That's my word, you couldn't or try to compute the math
To kick any sport like the vandal

I manhandle, emcees get like Tennessee
Or in the bedroom with the 'Texas Chainsaw Massacre'
One two three, Taking of Pelham'
Eastwick underground New York be the

I keep telling 'em the state of the be the mentals
If you murder up in the you murder in a temple