Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Steps to Perfection

Rugged like Rwanda, don't up far or get chopped up
Quick to rush the like baby urine get mopped up
that spray your hall with rap aerosol
Organized graffiti lectures in can

Or level with the devil racing first to Fort Apache
I'm much too for any demon style to master me
From the thought's bridge to the hell's 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 nature
Wide open like the grand
Emcees couldn't if they was lynched by the Grand Dragon

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

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

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

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

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

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

Check it and I inflict it quattro nine lungs misty
Color me 'cause I'm that crazy robot
Teetering on the edge of 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 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 right
I'm on 'em like pacemakers hooked up to clappers
Clap off, welcome to my free form jubilee, at me
The to the shit you wanna be

DBA lyrical P known as a and I'm a sycophant
Feeding on fats passed and
In and out of my invisible
rep tyrannical

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

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

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

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

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

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

The holy terror, last moves you never win
taps on a violin
You can never the rhyme origin
I rate one a Chinese, Jamaican like a chin

Hot corduroy, Bally's that's so fitted
Niggas 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
the sniper Jeep like Cherokee
When I take aim handling wall to wall
Mr. Madman lyrics like magnets

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

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

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