8 Steps To Perfection
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๐ Lyrics
Rugged like Rwanda, don't wind up far or get chopped up
Quick to rush the spot like baby, urine get mopped up
Tags that spray your hall with rap aerosol
Organized graffiti lectures on can control
Or level with the devil racing uptown first to Fort Apache
I'm much too much for any demon style to master me
From the thought's next to the hell's gate, lyrically detonating
Sparking M-80's and bottle rockets, it's a nigga chaser
Downtown graffiti deface a heroin debaser
Open up your eyes and clean out your nature
Wide open like the Grand Canyon
Emcees couldn't hang if they was lynched by the Grand Dragon
Searching for my style like Job-Corps
Coming home on work release, shoplifting at the rap store
But sabotaging me ain't easy
I'm crooked like Nathan Wick, starring as Cochise
With a big baseball bat, you get robbed like De Niro
A sandwich still ain't nothing but a hero
Just a small sample of the abstract
When the rhyme gets crazy hot and lyrics don't know how to act
Whether shooting joints or wax
I go all out and attack crabs and herbs that's crazy wack
(We all can't be pimps, and we all can't rap)
You got to get your dollars on, 'cause it's on like that
Here's what I want you to do
Niggas with the green axe and burgundy Forerunner, inhuman like Blade Runner
When I'm rhyming all summer, just listen to the drummer
Transistor blister feedback freak the impeders
Funk flow we expose frequencies in sequence
Napalm gets dropped long range like fibre optics
Check the rhyme activity, your skills is microscopic
Peace to my crew and my nigga El-P
Who's here to spark it, causing all these crabs to flee
Check it and I inflict it quattro 9-50 lungs misty
Color me Maximilian, 'cause I'm that crazy robot
Teetering on the edge of outer space
Spitting buckshots 'til black holes surround me, you found me
As far as I'm concerned, I've got your ashes in an urn
Big up, the temperamental hold none barred kid
What's your confunction? Tracks is type dusty
Drinking water out the well of life and I'ma piss it back rusty
Flesh and phonics, you're god-damned right
I'm on 'em like aorta pacemakers hooked up to clappers
Clap off, welcome to my free-form jubilee, look at me
The witness to the shit you wanna be
DBA lyrical P known as a simp, and I'm a sycophant
Feeding on fats passed and dipped in and out of my invisible state
Forerunner rep tyrannical, wrecks like TECS bust mechanical
Rusty goner weasel painting beats on an easel
Shoot a head up, what bitch you're boxing shadows
Look out my way you pull your breath out to battle
Breaking your double helix, and now the shit is single
Not mono, I burn the needle out your vinyl
El-P the third gunner on the grassy knoll
Stroll, keep the seventh seal of heaven in my pocket
You're faggot like sprockets, motherfuck the Houston Rockets
I'm so sick of recycled metaphors
Bet, but I'd fuck Laura Ingalls only when she's done with her chores
Got rappers tip-toeing on a Highway to Heaven
Got manners like Bruce Banner when he's stressed
I'm sick of your corny beats and your crowd-involved hooks
'Cause I'm a thinker, evil anus letting off stinkers
Eight steps to perfection
The sum of each part forms an octagon
Let rhyme styles get sparked
Eight steps to perfection
The sum of each part forms an octagon
Where rhyme styles get sparked
The holy terror, last move you made was an error, won't win
Playing taps on a violin
You can never comprehend the rhyme origin
Irate when I get Chinese-Jamaican like a Chin
Hot rocking corduroy, Ballies that's so fitted
Niggas came and assed out my tracks and left 'em shitted
Fuck the movement, lubricate the smooth shit
Just to let you know, never do I use it
Strictly the blueprint for the ghetto music in my cypher
Shorty the sniper, Jeep like Cherokee
When I take aim handling wall-to-wall emcees
Mr. Madman attract lyrics like magnets
That fuck up speaker cabinets when I'm stabbing it
Like the Juice, then go Bronco busting loose
That's my word, you couldn't shoot or try to compute the math
To kick any tight sport like the vandal
I manhandle, emcees get murdered like Tenor Saw
Or trapped in the bedroom with the Texas Chainsaw
Massacre, one, two, three, The Taking of Pelham
Eastwick, underground New York be the dwelling
I keep telling 'em the state of the mind be the mentals
If you murder up in the ghetto, you're murdering a temple
Quick to rush the spot like baby, urine get mopped up
Tags that spray your hall with rap aerosol
Organized graffiti lectures on can control
Or level with the devil racing uptown first to Fort Apache
I'm much too much for any demon style to master me
From the thought's next to the hell's gate, lyrically detonating
Sparking M-80's and bottle rockets, it's a nigga chaser
Downtown graffiti deface a heroin debaser
Open up your eyes and clean out your nature
Wide open like the Grand Canyon
Emcees couldn't hang if they was lynched by the Grand Dragon
Searching for my style like Job-Corps
Coming home on work release, shoplifting at the rap store
But sabotaging me ain't easy
I'm crooked like Nathan Wick, starring as Cochise
With a big baseball bat, you get robbed like De Niro
A sandwich still ain't nothing but a hero
Just a small sample of the abstract
When the rhyme gets crazy hot and lyrics don't know how to act
Whether shooting joints or wax
I go all out and attack crabs and herbs that's crazy wack
(We all can't be pimps, and we all can't rap)
You got to get your dollars on, 'cause it's on like that
Here's what I want you to do
Niggas with the green axe and burgundy Forerunner, inhuman like Blade Runner
When I'm rhyming all summer, just listen to the drummer
Transistor blister feedback freak the impeders
Funk flow we expose frequencies in sequence
Napalm gets dropped long range like fibre optics
Check the rhyme activity, your skills is microscopic
Peace to my crew and my nigga El-P
Who's here to spark it, causing all these crabs to flee
Check it and I inflict it quattro 9-50 lungs misty
Color me Maximilian, 'cause I'm that crazy robot
Teetering on the edge of outer space
Spitting buckshots 'til black holes surround me, you found me
As far as I'm concerned, I've got your ashes in an urn
Big up, the temperamental hold none barred kid
What's your confunction? Tracks is type dusty
Drinking water out the well of life and I'ma piss it back rusty
Flesh and phonics, you're god-damned right
I'm on 'em like aorta pacemakers hooked up to clappers
Clap off, welcome to my free-form jubilee, look at me
The witness to the shit you wanna be
DBA lyrical P known as a simp, and I'm a sycophant
Feeding on fats passed and dipped in and out of my invisible state
Forerunner rep tyrannical, wrecks like TECS bust mechanical
Rusty goner weasel painting beats on an easel
Shoot a head up, what bitch you're boxing shadows
Look out my way you pull your breath out to battle
Breaking your double helix, and now the shit is single
Not mono, I burn the needle out your vinyl
El-P the third gunner on the grassy knoll
Stroll, keep the seventh seal of heaven in my pocket
You're faggot like sprockets, motherfuck the Houston Rockets
I'm so sick of recycled metaphors
Bet, but I'd fuck Laura Ingalls only when she's done with her chores
Got rappers tip-toeing on a Highway to Heaven
Got manners like Bruce Banner when he's stressed
I'm sick of your corny beats and your crowd-involved hooks
'Cause I'm a thinker, evil anus letting off stinkers
Eight steps to perfection
The sum of each part forms an octagon
Let rhyme styles get sparked
Eight steps to perfection
The sum of each part forms an octagon
Where rhyme styles get sparked
The holy terror, last move you made was an error, won't win
Playing taps on a violin
You can never comprehend the rhyme origin
Irate when I get Chinese-Jamaican like a Chin
Hot rocking corduroy, Ballies that's so fitted
Niggas came and assed out my tracks and left 'em shitted
Fuck the movement, lubricate the smooth shit
Just to let you know, never do I use it
Strictly the blueprint for the ghetto music in my cypher
Shorty the sniper, Jeep like Cherokee
When I take aim handling wall-to-wall emcees
Mr. Madman attract lyrics like magnets
That fuck up speaker cabinets when I'm stabbing it
Like the Juice, then go Bronco busting loose
That's my word, you couldn't shoot or try to compute the math
To kick any tight sport like the vandal
I manhandle, emcees get murdered like Tenor Saw
Or trapped in the bedroom with the Texas Chainsaw
Massacre, one, two, three, The Taking of Pelham
Eastwick, underground New York be the dwelling
I keep telling 'em the state of the mind be the mentals
If you murder up in the ghetto, you're murdering a temple
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:10.57] Rugged like Rwanda, don't wind up far or get chopped up
[00:14.22] Quick to rush the spot like baby, urine get mopped up
[00:16.86] Tags that spray your hall with rap aerosol
[00:19.61] Organized graffiti lectures on can control
[00:22.37] Or level with the devil racing uptown first to Fort Apache
[00:25.83] I'm much too much for any demon style to master me
[00:29.16] From the thought's next to the hell's gate, lyrically detonating
[00:33.26] Sparking M-80's and bottle rockets, it's a nigga chaser
[00:36.41] Downtown graffiti deface a heroin debaser
[00:39.59] Open up your eyes and clean out your nature
[00:41.73] Wide open like the Grand Canyon
[00:43.92] Emcees couldn't hang if they was lynched by the Grand Dragon
[00:47.67] Searching for my style like Job-Corps
[00:50.22] Coming home on work release, shoplifting at the rap store
[00:53.23] But sabotaging me ain't easy
[00:55.34] I'm crooked like Nathan Wick, starring as Cochise
[00:58.73] With a big baseball bat, you get robbed like De Niro
[01:02.09] A sandwich still ain't nothing but a hero
[01:04.19] Just a small sample of the abstract
[01:06.79] When the rhyme gets crazy hot and lyrics don't know how to act
[01:09.56] Whether shooting joints or wax
[01:11.76] I go all out and attack crabs and herbs that's crazy wack
[01:15.53] (We all can't be pimps, and we all can't rap)
[01:18.04] You got to get your dollars on, 'cause it's on like that
[01:20.84] Here's what I want you to do
[01:22.52] Niggas with the green axe and burgundy Forerunner, inhuman like Blade Runner
[01:26.67] When I'm rhyming all summer, just listen to the drummer
[01:29.38] Transistor blister feedback freak the impeders
[01:32.10] Funk flow we expose frequencies in sequence
[01:34.94] Napalm gets dropped long range like fibre optics
[01:37.70] Check the rhyme activity, your skills is microscopic
[01:40.57] Peace to my crew and my nigga El-P
[01:43.16] Who's here to spark it, causing all these crabs to flee
[01:45.47] Check it and I inflict it quattro 9-50 lungs misty
[01:49.47] Color me Maximilian, 'cause I'm that crazy robot
[01:52.43] Teetering on the edge of outer space
[01:54.00] Spitting buckshots 'til black holes surround me, you found me
[01:57.03] As far as I'm concerned, I've got your ashes in an urn
[01:59.80] Big up, the temperamental hold none barred kid
[02:02.32] What's your confunction? Tracks is type dusty
[02:05.03] Drinking water out the well of life and I'ma piss it back rusty
[02:08.74] Flesh and phonics, you're god-damned right
[02:10.74] I'm on 'em like aorta pacemakers hooked up to clappers
[02:13.91] Clap off, welcome to my free-form jubilee, look at me
[02:17.36] The witness to the shit you wanna be
[02:19.38] DBA lyrical P known as a simp, and I'm a sycophant
[02:23.27] Feeding on fats passed and dipped in and out of my invisible state
[02:26.89] Forerunner rep tyrannical, wrecks like TECS bust mechanical
[02:30.67] Rusty goner weasel painting beats on an easel
[02:33.05] Shoot a head up, what bitch you're boxing shadows
[02:36.38] Look out my way you pull your breath out to battle
[02:39.04] Breaking your double helix, and now the shit is single
[02:41.92] Not mono, I burn the needle out your vinyl
[02:44.22] El-P the third gunner on the grassy knoll
[02:46.68] Stroll, keep the seventh seal of heaven in my pocket
[02:48.67] You're faggot like sprockets, motherfuck the Houston Rockets
[02:52.64] I'm so sick of recycled metaphors
[02:54.86] Bet, but I'd fuck Laura Ingalls only when she's done with her chores
[02:58.35] Got rappers tip-toeing on a Highway to Heaven
[03:01.14] Got manners like Bruce Banner when he's stressed
[03:03.40] I'm sick of your corny beats and your crowd-involved hooks
[03:06.46] 'Cause I'm a thinker, evil anus letting off stinkers
[03:09.41] Eight steps to perfection
[03:11.07] The sum of each part forms an octagon
[03:13.73] Let rhyme styles get sparked
[03:15.18] Eight steps to perfection
[03:16.71] The sum of each part forms an octagon
[03:18.94] Where rhyme styles get sparked
[03:20.22] The holy terror, last move you made was an error, won't win
[03:24.31] Playing taps on a violin
[03:26.36] You can never comprehend the rhyme origin
[03:29.26] Irate when I get Chinese-Jamaican like a Chin
[03:32.05] Hot rocking corduroy, Ballies that's so fitted
[03:35.01] Niggas came and assed out my tracks and left 'em shitted
[03:37.97] Fuck the movement, lubricate the smooth shit
[03:40.72] Just to let you know, never do I use it
[03:42.69] Strictly the blueprint for the ghetto music in my cypher
[03:46.63] Shorty the sniper, Jeep like Cherokee
[03:48.92] When I take aim handling wall-to-wall emcees
[03:51.77] Mr. Madman attract lyrics like magnets
[03:54.29] That fuck up speaker cabinets when I'm stabbing it
[03:57.20] Like the Juice, then go Bronco busting loose
[03:59.81] That's my word, you couldn't shoot or try to compute the math
[04:03.62] To kick any tight sport like the vandal
[04:05.52] I manhandle, emcees get murdered like Tenor Saw
[04:08.20] Or trapped in the bedroom with the Texas Chainsaw
[04:10.99] Massacre, one, two, three, The Taking of Pelham
[04:14.16] Eastwick, underground New York be the dwelling
[04:16.26] I keep telling 'em the state of the mind be the mentals
[04:19.15] If you murder up in the ghetto, you're murdering a temple
[04:22.22]
[00:14.22] Quick to rush the spot like baby, urine get mopped up
[00:16.86] Tags that spray your hall with rap aerosol
[00:19.61] Organized graffiti lectures on can control
[00:22.37] Or level with the devil racing uptown first to Fort Apache
[00:25.83] I'm much too much for any demon style to master me
[00:29.16] From the thought's next to the hell's gate, lyrically detonating
[00:33.26] Sparking M-80's and bottle rockets, it's a nigga chaser
[00:36.41] Downtown graffiti deface a heroin debaser
[00:39.59] Open up your eyes and clean out your nature
[00:41.73] Wide open like the Grand Canyon
[00:43.92] Emcees couldn't hang if they was lynched by the Grand Dragon
[00:47.67] Searching for my style like Job-Corps
[00:50.22] Coming home on work release, shoplifting at the rap store
[00:53.23] But sabotaging me ain't easy
[00:55.34] I'm crooked like Nathan Wick, starring as Cochise
[00:58.73] With a big baseball bat, you get robbed like De Niro
[01:02.09] A sandwich still ain't nothing but a hero
[01:04.19] Just a small sample of the abstract
[01:06.79] When the rhyme gets crazy hot and lyrics don't know how to act
[01:09.56] Whether shooting joints or wax
[01:11.76] I go all out and attack crabs and herbs that's crazy wack
[01:15.53] (We all can't be pimps, and we all can't rap)
[01:18.04] You got to get your dollars on, 'cause it's on like that
[01:20.84] Here's what I want you to do
[01:22.52] Niggas with the green axe and burgundy Forerunner, inhuman like Blade Runner
[01:26.67] When I'm rhyming all summer, just listen to the drummer
[01:29.38] Transistor blister feedback freak the impeders
[01:32.10] Funk flow we expose frequencies in sequence
[01:34.94] Napalm gets dropped long range like fibre optics
[01:37.70] Check the rhyme activity, your skills is microscopic
[01:40.57] Peace to my crew and my nigga El-P
[01:43.16] Who's here to spark it, causing all these crabs to flee
[01:45.47] Check it and I inflict it quattro 9-50 lungs misty
[01:49.47] Color me Maximilian, 'cause I'm that crazy robot
[01:52.43] Teetering on the edge of outer space
[01:54.00] Spitting buckshots 'til black holes surround me, you found me
[01:57.03] As far as I'm concerned, I've got your ashes in an urn
[01:59.80] Big up, the temperamental hold none barred kid
[02:02.32] What's your confunction? Tracks is type dusty
[02:05.03] Drinking water out the well of life and I'ma piss it back rusty
[02:08.74] Flesh and phonics, you're god-damned right
[02:10.74] I'm on 'em like aorta pacemakers hooked up to clappers
[02:13.91] Clap off, welcome to my free-form jubilee, look at me
[02:17.36] The witness to the shit you wanna be
[02:19.38] DBA lyrical P known as a simp, and I'm a sycophant
[02:23.27] Feeding on fats passed and dipped in and out of my invisible state
[02:26.89] Forerunner rep tyrannical, wrecks like TECS bust mechanical
[02:30.67] Rusty goner weasel painting beats on an easel
[02:33.05] Shoot a head up, what bitch you're boxing shadows
[02:36.38] Look out my way you pull your breath out to battle
[02:39.04] Breaking your double helix, and now the shit is single
[02:41.92] Not mono, I burn the needle out your vinyl
[02:44.22] El-P the third gunner on the grassy knoll
[02:46.68] Stroll, keep the seventh seal of heaven in my pocket
[02:48.67] You're faggot like sprockets, motherfuck the Houston Rockets
[02:52.64] I'm so sick of recycled metaphors
[02:54.86] Bet, but I'd fuck Laura Ingalls only when she's done with her chores
[02:58.35] Got rappers tip-toeing on a Highway to Heaven
[03:01.14] Got manners like Bruce Banner when he's stressed
[03:03.40] I'm sick of your corny beats and your crowd-involved hooks
[03:06.46] 'Cause I'm a thinker, evil anus letting off stinkers
[03:09.41] Eight steps to perfection
[03:11.07] The sum of each part forms an octagon
[03:13.73] Let rhyme styles get sparked
[03:15.18] Eight steps to perfection
[03:16.71] The sum of each part forms an octagon
[03:18.94] Where rhyme styles get sparked
[03:20.22] The holy terror, last move you made was an error, won't win
[03:24.31] Playing taps on a violin
[03:26.36] You can never comprehend the rhyme origin
[03:29.26] Irate when I get Chinese-Jamaican like a Chin
[03:32.05] Hot rocking corduroy, Ballies that's so fitted
[03:35.01] Niggas came and assed out my tracks and left 'em shitted
[03:37.97] Fuck the movement, lubricate the smooth shit
[03:40.72] Just to let you know, never do I use it
[03:42.69] Strictly the blueprint for the ghetto music in my cypher
[03:46.63] Shorty the sniper, Jeep like Cherokee
[03:48.92] When I take aim handling wall-to-wall emcees
[03:51.77] Mr. Madman attract lyrics like magnets
[03:54.29] That fuck up speaker cabinets when I'm stabbing it
[03:57.20] Like the Juice, then go Bronco busting loose
[03:59.81] That's my word, you couldn't shoot or try to compute the math
[04:03.62] To kick any tight sport like the vandal
[04:05.52] I manhandle, emcees get murdered like Tenor Saw
[04:08.20] Or trapped in the bedroom with the Texas Chainsaw
[04:10.99] Massacre, one, two, three, The Taking of Pelham
[04:14.16] Eastwick, underground New York be the dwelling
[04:16.26] I keep telling 'em the state of the mind be the mentals
[04:19.15] If you murder up in the ghetto, you're murdering a temple
[04:22.22]