Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Steps to Perfection

Rugged like Rwanda, wind up far or get chopped up
Quick to rush the spot like urine get mopped up
Tags that your hall with rap aerosol
graffiti lectures in can control

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

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

Searching for my like Job-Corps
Coming home on work shoplifting at the rap store
But me ain't easy
I'm crooked like Nathan Wind as Cochise

With a big baseball bat you get robbed DeNiro
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 shooting or wax
I go all out and crabs and herbs that's crazy wack
We all be pimps, and we all can't rap
You got to get your on cause it's on like that

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

Transistor blister feedback the impeders
Funk flow we expose frequencies in
Napalm gets dropped range like fiber optics
Check the rhyme your skills is microscopic

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

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

As far as I'm concerned, got your ashes in an urn
Big up, the hold none barred kid
What's your confunction? is type dusty
Drinking water out the well of life and I'ma piss it back

Flesh and phonics, you're god right
I'm on 'em aorta pacemakers hooked up to clappers
Clap off, welcome to my form jubilee, look at me
The to the shit you wanna be

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

Wrecks like techs bust
goner weasel painting beats on an easel
Shoot a up
What bitch you're shadows

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

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

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

8 steps to
The sum of part forms an octagon
Let rhyme styles get

8 steps to
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Where styles get sparked

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

Hot rocking corduroy, that's so fitted
Niggas came and assed out my tracks and left 'em
the movement, lubricate the smooth shit
Just to know, never do I use it

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

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

I manhandle, emcees get murdered like
Or trapped in the bedroom with the 'Texas Massacre'
One two three, 'The Taking of
Eastwick New York be the dwelling

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