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8 Steps to Perfection

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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