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8 Steps to Perfection - Company Flow



     
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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 in can controlOr 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 bridge to the hell's gate, lyrically detonating
Sparking M-80's and bottle rockets it's a nigga chaserDowntown 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 DragonSearching 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 Wind starring as CochiseWith a big baseball bat you get robbed like DeNiro
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 actWhether 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 thatHere'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 drummerTransistor blister feedback freak the impeders
Funk flow we expose frequencies in sequence
Napalm gets dropped long range like fiber optics
Check 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 fleeCheck it and I inflict it quattro nine fifty lungs misty
Color me Maxmillian 'cause I'm that crazy robot
Teetering on the edge of outer space
Spitting buckshots till black holes surround me, you found meAs 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 rustyFlesh 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 beDBA 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 tyrannicalWrecks like techs bust mechanical
Rusty goner weasel painting beats on an easel
Shoot a head up
What bitch you're boxing shadowsLook 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 knollStroll, 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 choresGot 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 stinkers8 steps to perfection
The sum of each part forms an octagon
Let rhyme styles get sparked8 steps to perfection
The sum of each part forms an octagon
Where rhyme styles get sparkedThe holy terror, last moves you never won't win
Playing taps on a violin
You can never comprehend the rhyme origin
I rate one like a Chinese, Jamaican like a chinHot rocking corduroy, Bally's that's so fitted
Niggas came and assed out my tracks and left 'em shitted
Fuck the movement, lubricate the smooth shit
Just to letcha know, never do I use itStrictly the blueprint for the ghetto music in my cipher
Shorty the sniper Jeep like Cherokee
When I take aim handling wall to wall emcees
Mr. Madman attract lyrics like magnetsThey fuck up speaking cavernous 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 type sport like the vandalI manhandle, emcees get murdered like Tennessee
Or trapped in the bedroom with the 'Texas Chainsaw Massacre'
One two three, 'The Taking of Pelham'
Eastwick underground New York be the dwellingI keep telling 'em the state of the mind be the mentals
If you murder up in the ghetto you murder in a temple
Songwriters
Leonard Smythe;Jaime Meline;Justin IngletonPublished by
DEFINITIVE JUX MUSIC

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Company Flow was a New York based hip hop group, consisted of El-P, Bigg Jus and DJ Mr. Len. Their 1997 debut album Funcrusher Plus is often cited as the catalyst for the new type of underground hip-hop scene that emerged in the late nineties. A Co Flow collaboration with Juggaknots and J-Treds appeared in 1998 under the name Indelible MC's and was featured on the Lyricist Lounge comp.
The group disbanded in 2000 after Bigg Jus had left in 1999. As a duo, El-P and Mr.

Read more about Company Flow on Last.fm.


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