8 Steps To Perfection-Company Flow

[00:00.000] 作词 : Bigg Jus, El Producto [00:10.025]Rugged like Rwanda [00:11.516]Don't wander far or get chopped up [00:13.678]Quick to rush the spot like baby urine get mopped up [00:16.555]Tags that spray your hall with rap aerosol [00:19.425]Organized graffiti lectures in can control [00:21.995]Or level with the devil racing uptown first to Fort Apache [00:25.132]I'm much too much for any demon style to master me [00:28.786]From the Throgs Neck Bridge to the Hell’s Gate, lyrically detonating [00:32.977]Sparking M-80's and bottle rockets into ***** chaser [00:36.099]Downtown graffiti deface a ****** debaser [00:39.327]Open up your eyes and clean out your nature [00:41.638]Wide open like the Grand Canyon [00:43.482]Emcees couldn't hang if they was lynched by the Grand Dragon [00:47.237]Searching for my styles like Job-Corps [00:50.017]Coming home on work release, shoplifting at the rap store [00:53.051]But sabotaging me ain't easy [00:55.254]I'm crooked like Nathan Wind starring as Cochese [00:58.535]With a big baseball bat, you get robbed like DeNiro [01:01.642]A sandwich still ain't nothing but a hero [01:04.140]Just a small sample of the abstract [01:06.593]When the rhyme get crazy hot and lyrics don't know how to act [01:09.566]Whether shooting joints or wax [01:11.829]I’ll go all out and attack crabs and herbs that's crazy wack [01:14.804]We all can't be pimps and we all can't rap [01:18.274]You got to get your dollars on 'cause it's on like that [01:20.739]Here's what I want you to do: *****s with the green axe [01:23.555]And burgundy 4Runner, inhuman like Blade Runner [01:26.348]When I'm rhyming all summer, just listen to the drummer [01:29.042]Transistor blister, feedback freak the impedance [01:31.848]Funk flow, we expose frequencies in sequence [01:34.817]Napalm gets dropped long-range like fiber optics [01:37.470]Check the rhyme activity—your skills is microscopic [01:40.440]Peace to my crew and my ***** El-P [01:43.052]Who's here to spark it, causing all these crabs to flee [01:45.930]Check it and I inflict it. Quadra 950 lungs misty [01:48.388]Calling me “Maximillian” ‘cause I'm that crazy robot [01:52.132]Teetering on the edge of outer space [01:54.269]Spitting buckshots ‘til black holes surround me. You found me [01:56.851]As far as I'm concerned, I got your ashes in an urn [01:59.399]Big up the temperamental, holds-none-barred kid [02:02.392]What's your confunction? Tracks is type dusty [02:04.633]Drinking water out the well of life and I'ma piss it back rusty [02:08.080]Flesh in phonics. You're goddamn right [02:10.596]I'm on it like aorta pacemakers hooked up to clappers [02:13.678]Clap off. Welcome to my free-form jubilee [02:16.233]Look at me, the witness to the **** you wanna be [02:19.057]DBA, lyrical P, burners insipid [02:21.839]I’m a sycophant, feeding on fats passed and dipped [02:24.986]In and out of my invisible state. Forerunner rep tyrannical [02:27.819]Wrecks like TECs, bust mechanical [02:30.430]Rusty garden weasel painting beats on an easel [02:33.192]Shoot a head up. What, *****? You're boxing shadows [02:35.989]Look out my way, you’ll pull the breath out your battle [02:38.583]Breaking your double helix and now the **** is single [02:41.581]Not mono. I burn the needle out your phono [02:44.378]El-P the third gunner on the grassy knoll, stroll [02:48.937]Keep the seventh seal of heaven in my pocket [02:49.861]You're ****** like Sprockets. Yo, ********** the Houston Rockets [02:52.134]I'm so sick of recycled metaphors [02:54.903]Bet, but I'd **** Laura Ingalls only when she's done with her chores [02:57.400]Got rappers tip-toeing on a Highway to Heaven [03:00.934]Got manners like Bruce Banner when he's stressed [03:03.469]I'm sick of your corny beats and your crowd-involved hooks [03:06.669]'Cause I'm a thinker [03:07.718]Evil anus letting off stinkers [03:09.502]Eight steps to perfection [03:11.211]The sum of each part forms a octagon [03:13.587]Let rhyme styles get sparked [03:15.387]Eight steps to perfection [03:16.445]The sum of each part forms a octagon [03:18.914]Where rhyme styles get sparked [03:20.485]The holy terror. Last move you made was an error [03:23.192]Won't win playing taps on a violin [03:25.863]You can never comprehend the rhyme origin [03:28.882]Irate one like a Chinese—Jamaican like a Chin [03:31.831]Hot rocking corduroy, Ballies that's so fitted [03:34.879]*****s came and assed out my tracks and left 'em ****ted [03:37.959]**** the movement, lubricate the smooth **** [03:40.235]Just to let you know, never do I use it [03:42.925]Strictly the blueprint for the ghetto music in my cypher [03:46.381]Shorty the sniper, Jeep like Cherokee [03:48.924]When I take aim handling wall-to-wall emcees [03:51.351]Mr. Madman attract lyrics like magnets [03:54.414]That **** up speaker cabinets when I'm stabbing it [03:56.898]Like the Juice, then go Bronco busting loose [03:59.952]That's my word. You couldn't shoot or try to compute the math [04:03.054]To kick any tight sport like the vandal [04:05.317]I manhandle. Emcees get murdered like Tenor Saw [04:07.999]Or trapped in the bedroom with the Texas Chainsaw [04:10.796]********. One Two Three, The Taking of Pelham [04:13.694]Eastwick, underground New York be the dwelling [04:16.402]I keep telling ‘em the state of the mind be the mentals [04:19.233]If you murder up in the ghetto, you’re murdering a temple [04:22.393]