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 baby urine get up
Tags that spray your hall rap aerosol
Organized graffiti in can control

Or level with the racing uptown 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
M-80's and bottle rockets it's a nigga chaser

Downtown graffiti deface a heroin
Open up eyes and clean out your nature
Wide open the grand canyon
Emcees hang if they was lynched by the Grand Dragon

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

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

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

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

Transistor blister feedback freak the
Funk flow we expose in sequence
gets dropped long range like fiber optics
Check the rhyme your skills is microscopic

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hot corduroy, Bally's that's so fitted
Niggas came and assed out my 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 Jeep like Cherokee
When I take aim wall to wall emcees
Mr. Madman attract lyrics like

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

I manhandle, emcees get murdered like
Or trapped in the bedroom with the 'Texas Chainsaw
One two three, 'The 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