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 baby urine get up
Tags that spray your with rap aerosol
graffiti lectures in can control

Or level with the devil uptown first to Fort Apache
I'm much too much for any demon style to me
the thought's next bridge to the hell's gate, lyrically detonating
Sparking and bottle rockets it's a nigga chaser

graffiti deface a heroin debaser
Open up eyes and clean out your nature
Wide open like the grand
Emcees couldn't hang if was lynched by the Grand Dragon

Searching for my style like
Coming home on work release shoplifting at the rap
But sabotaging me ain't
I'm crooked like Nathan starring as Cochise

With a big baseball bat you get robbed like
A still ain't nothing but a hero
a small sample of the abstract
When the rhyme gets hot and lyrics don't know how to act

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

Here's what I you to do
Niggas with the green Axe and burgundy
Inhuman like Runner
When I'm all summer just listen to the drummer

blister feedback freak the impeders
Funk flow we frequencies in sequence
Napalm gets dropped long range like optics
Check the activity your skills is microscopic

Peace to my crew and my nigga
Who's here to spark it all these crabs to flee

Check it and I inflict it quattro nine fifty lungs
Color me Maxmillian 'cause I'm that robot
on the edge of outer space
Spitting buckshots till holes surround me, you found me

As far as I'm concerned, I've got ashes in an urn
Big up, the temperamental none 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, god damned right
I'm on 'em like aorta pacemakers hooked up to
off, welcome to my free form jubilee, look at me
The witness to the you wanna be

DBA lyrical P known as a simp and I'm a
Feeding on fats and dipped
In and out of my state
Forerunner rep

Wrecks like techs bust
Rusty goner painting beats on an easel
Shoot a up
bitch you're 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 vinyl
El-P the third gunner on the grassy

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

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

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

8 steps to
The sum of each part forms an
Where rhyme get sparked

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

Hot rocking corduroy, Bally's that's so
came and assed out my tracks and left 'em shitted
Fuck the movement, lubricate the shit
to letcha know, never do I use it

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

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

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

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