Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Steps to Perfection

Rugged like Rwanda, don't 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 first to Fort Apache
I'm much too much for any demon style to me
From the thought's next bridge to the gate, lyrically detonating
Sparking M-80's and bottle rockets it's a chaser

Downtown graffiti deface a heroin
Open up eyes and clean out your nature
Wide open the grand canyon
Emcees couldn't hang if was lynched by the Grand Dragon

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

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

Whether shooting 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 dollars on cause it's on like that

Here's what I you to do
Niggas with the green Axe and Forerunner
Inhuman like Blade
When I'm rhyming all just listen to the drummer

Transistor feedback freak the impeders
Funk flow we expose frequencies in
Napalm dropped long range like fiber optics
Check the rhyme activity your is microscopic

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

Check it and I inflict it nine fifty lungs misty
Color me Maxmillian 'cause I'm that robot
on the edge of outer space
Spitting buckshots till black holes me, you found me

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

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

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

Wrecks techs bust mechanical
Rusty goner weasel painting beats on an
a head up
What bitch boxing shadows

out my way you pull your breath out to battle
Breaking 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 seal of heaven in my
You're faggot sprockets, motherfuck the Houston Rockets
I'm so sick of metaphors
Bet but I'd fuck Laura Ingalls only when she's with her chores

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

8 steps to
The sum of part forms an octagon
Let rhyme get sparked

8 steps to
The sum of each part forms an
Where rhyme get sparked

The holy terror, moves you never won't win
Playing taps on a
You can never comprehend the rhyme
I one like a Chinese, Jamaican like a chin

Hot rocking corduroy, Bally's that's so
Niggas came and out my tracks and left 'em shitted
Fuck the movement, lubricate the shit
to letcha know, never do I use it

Strictly the blueprint for the ghetto music in my
Shorty the sniper Jeep Cherokee
I take aim handling wall to wall emcees
Mr. attract lyrics like magnets

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

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

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