8 Steps To Perfection - Company Flow.mp3

[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]Sparkling M-80's and bottle rockets into a pussy chaser
[00:36.099]Downtown graffiti deface a mother****er debase
[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 nigga 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 shit 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, nigga? 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 shit 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 stalling 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]Niggas came and assed out my tracks and left 'em shitted
[03:37.959]**** the movement, lubricate the smooth shit
[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 ****ed 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]Shit. 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
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