Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Steps to Perfection

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

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

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

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

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 crazy hot and lyrics don't know how to act

shooting 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 like

Here's 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 we expose frequencies in sequence
Napalm gets long range like fiber optics
Check the rhyme your skills is microscopic

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 fifty lungs misty
Color me 'cause I'm that crazy robot
on the edge of outer space
Spitting buckshots black holes surround me, you found me

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

Flesh and phonics, you're god damned
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 P known as a simp and I'm a sycophant
Feeding on fats and dipped
In and out of my state
rep tyrannical

Wrecks techs bust mechanical
Rusty goner weasel beats on an easel
a head up
What you're boxing shadows

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

Stroll, the seventh seal of heaven in my pocket
You're faggot like sprockets, the Houston Rockets
I'm so sick of recycled
Bet but I'd Laura 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 steps to
The sum of each part an octagon
Let rhyme get sparked

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

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

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

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

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

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

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