Текст песни Company Flow - 8 Steps to Perfection, слова песни Company Flow

Текст песни Company Flow - 8 Steps to Perfection

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[Verse One: Bigg Jus]Rugged like Rwanda, don`t wind up far or get chopped upQuick to rush the spot like baby urine get mopped upTags that spray your hall with rap aerosolOrganized graffiti lectures in can controlOr level with the devil racing uptown first to Fort ApacheI`m much too much for any demon style to master meFrom the thought`s next bridge to the hell`s gate, lyrically detonatingSparking M-80`s and bottle rockets it`s a nigga chaserDowntown graffiti deface a heroin debaserOpen up your eyes and clean out your natureWide open like the grand canyonEmcees couldn`t hang if they was lynched by the Grand DragonSearching for my style like Job-CorpsComing home on work release shoplifting at the rap storeBut sabotaging me ain`t easyI`m crooked like Nathan Wind starring as CocheseWith a big baseball bat you get robbed like DeNiroA sandwich still ain`t nothing but a heroJust a small sample of the abstractWhen the rhyme gets crazy hot and lyrics don`t know how to actWhether shooting joints or waxI go all out and attack crabs and herbs that`s crazy wackWe all can`t be pimps, and we all can`t rapYou got to get your dollars on cause it`s on like thatHere`s what I want you to doNiggas with the green axe and burgundy Forerunner, inhuman like Blade Runner When I`m rhyming all summer just listen to the drummerTransistor blister feedback freak the impedersFunk flow we expose frequencies in sequenceNapalm gets dropped long range like fiber opticsCheck the rhyme activity your skills is microscopicPeace to my crew and my nigga El-P Who`s here to spark it causing all these crabs to flee[Verse Two: El-P]Check it and I inflict it quattro nine fifty lungs mistyColor me Maxmillian cause I`m that crazy robotTeetering on the edge of outer spaceSpitting buckshots till black holes surround me, you found meAs far as I`m concerned I`ve got your ashes in an urnBig up, the temperamental hold none barred kidWhat`s your confunction? Tracks is type dustyDrinking water out the well of life and I`ma piss it back rustyFlesh and phonics, you`re god damned rightI`m on `em like aeorta pacemakers hooked up to clappersClap OFF (*clap clap*) welcome to my free-form jubilee, look at meThe witness to the shit you wanna beDBA lyrical P known as a simp and I`m a sycophantFeeding on fats passed and dippedIn and out of my invisible stateForerunner rep tyrannicalWrecks like tecs bust mechanicalRusty goner weasel painting beats on an easelShoot a head up, what bitch you`re boxing shadowsLook out my way you pull your breath out to battleBreaking your double helix, and now the shit is singleNot mono, I burn the needle out your vinylEl-P the third gunner on the grassy knollStroll, keep the seventh seal of heaven in my pocketYou`re faggot like sprockets, motherfuck the Houston RocketsI`m so sick of recycled metaphors Bet but I`d fuck Laura Ingalls only when she`s done with her choresGot rappers tip toeing on a Highway to HeavenGot manners like Bruce Banner when he`s stressedI`m sick of your corny beats and your crowd-involved hooksCause I`m a thinkerEvil anus letting off stinkersBJ Eight steps to perfection The sum of each part forms an octagon Let rhyme styles get sparkedEP Eight stpes to perfection The sum of each part forms an octagon Where rhyme styles get sparked[Verse Three: Bigg Jus]The holy terror, last moves you never won`t winPlaying taps on a violinYou can never comprehend the rhyme originI rate one like a Chinese, Jamaicin like a chinHot rocking corduroy, Ballys that`s so fittedNiggas came and assed out my tracks and left `em shittedFuck the movement, lubricate the smooth shitJust to letcha know, never do I use itStrictly the blueprint for the ghetto music in my cipherShorty the sniper Jeep like CherokeeWhen I take aim handling wall to wall emceesMr. Madman attract lyrics like magnetsThey fuck up speaking cavernous when I`m stabbing itLike the Juice, then go Bronco busting looseThat`s my word, you couldn`t shoot or try to compute the mathTo kick any type sport like the vandalI manhandle, emcees get murdered like tennessaOr trapped in the bedroom with the Texas Chain SawMassacre one two three you`re taking and tell `emEastwick underground New York be the dwellingI keep telling `em the state of the mind be the mentalsIf you murder up in the ghetto you murder in a temple

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