8 Steps To Perfection - Company Flow.mp3

[00:03.12][Verse 1: Bigg Jus]
[00:11.97]Rugged like Rwanda
[00:24.54]Don't wander far or get chopped up
[00:26.58]Quick to rush the spot like baby urine get mopped up
[00:29.49]Tags that spray your hall with rap aerosol
[00:32.19]Organized graffiti lectures in can control
[00:34.86]Or level with the devil racing uptown first to Fort Apache
[00:38.49]I'm much too much for any demon style to master me
[00:41.61]From the Throgs Neck Bridge to the Hell’s Gate, lyrically detonating
[00:45.63]Sparking M-80's and bottle rockets into nigga chaser
[00:48.93]Downtown graffiti deface a heroin debaser
[00:51.78]Open up your eyes ad clean out your nature
[00:54.27]Wide open like the Grand Canyon
[00:56.22]Emcees couldn't hang if they was lynched by the Grand Dragon
[01:00.09]Searching for my styles like Job Corps
[01:02.46]Coming home on work release, shoplifting at the rap store
[01:05.76]But sabotaging me ain't easy
[01:08.34]I'm crooked like Nathan Wind starring as Cochese
[01:11.22]With a big baseball bat, you get robbed like DeNiro
[01:14.64]A sandwich still ain't nothing but a hero
[01:16.86]Just a small sample of the abstract
[01:19.11]When the rhyme get crazy hot and lyrics don't know how to act
[01:33.21]Whether shooting joints or wax
[01:35.49]I’ll go all out and attack crabs and herbs that's crazy wack
[01:39.06]We all can't be pimps and we all can't rap
[01:41.40]You got to get your dollars on 'cause it's on like that
[01:44.49]Here's what I want you to do: niggas with the green axe
[01:47.43]And burgundy 4Runner, inhuman like Blade Runner
[01:50.22]When I'm rhyming all summer, just listen to the drummer
[01:52.89]Transistor blister, feedback freak the impedance
[01:55.71]Funk flow, we expose frequencies in sequence
[01:58.68]Napalm gets dropped long-range like fiber optics
[02:01.38]Check the rhyme activity—your skills is microscopic
[02:04.38]Peace to my crew and my nigga El-P
[02:06.75]Who's here to spark it, causing all these crabs to flee
[02:09.18][Verse 2: El-P]
[02:09.57]Check it and I inflict it. Quadra 950 lungs misty
[02:12.93]Calling me “Maximilian” ‘cause I'm that crazy robot
[02:15.87]Teetering on the edge of outer space
[02:17.73]Spitting buckshots ‘til black holes surround me. You found me
[02:20.73]As far as I'm concerned, I got your ashes in an urn
[02:23.25]Big up the temperamental, holds-none-barred kid
[02:25.77]What's your confunction? Tracks is type dusty
[02:28.32]Drinking water out the well of life and I'ma piss it back rusty
[02:31.68]Flesh in phonics. You're goddamn right
[02:34.20]I'm on it like aorta pacemakers hooked up to clappers
[02:37.29]Clap off. Welcome to my free-form jubilee
[02:40.05]Look at me, the witness to the shit you wanna be
[02:42.51]DBA, lyrical P, burners insipid
[02:45.51]I’m a sycophant, feeding on fats passed and dipped
[02:48.24]In and out of my invisible state. Forerunner rep tyrannical
[02:52.02]Wrecks like TECs, bust mechanical
[02:53.91]Rusty garden weasel painting beats on an easel
[02:56.76]Shoot a head up. What, bitch? You're boxing shadows
[02:59.61]Look out my way, you’ll pull the breath out your battle
[03:02.22]Breaking your double helix and now the shit is single
[03:04.89]Not mono. I burn the needle out your phono
[03:07.23]El-P the third gunner on the grassy knoll, stroll
[03:10.32]Keep the seventh seal of heaven in my pocket
[03:12.60]You're faggot like Sprockets. Yo, mother**** the Houston Rockets
[03:15.78]I'm so sick of recycled metaphors
[03:17.91]Bet, but I'd **** Laura Ingalls only when she's done with her chores
[03:21.21]Got rappers tip-toeing on a Highway to Heaven
[03:24.15]Got manners like Bruce Banner when he's stressed
[03:26.55]I'm sick of your corny beats and your crowd-involved hooks
[03:29.58]'Cause I'm a thinker
[03:30.72]Evil anus letting off stinkers
[03:32.10][Bridge: Bigg Jus & El-P]
[03:32.73]Eight steps to perfection
[03:34.26]The sum of each part forms a octagon
[03:36.84]Let rhyme styles get sparked
[03:38.22]Eight steps to perfection
[03:39.60]The sum of each part forms a octagon
[03:42.00]Where rhyme styles get sparked
[03:43.02][Verse 3: Bigg Jus]
[03:43.44]The holy terror, last move you made was an error, won't win
[03:47.25]Playing taps on a violin
[03:49.29]You can never comprehend the rhyme origin
[03:51.99]Irate when I get Chinese—Jamaican like a Chin
[03:54.90]Hot rocking corduroy, Ballies that's so fitted
[03:57.60]Niggas came and assed out my tracks and left 'em shitted
[04:00.57]**** the movement, lubricate the smooth shit
[04:03.24]Just to let you know, never do I use it
[04:05.97]Strictly the blueprint for the ghetto music in my cypher
[04:09.33]Shorty the sniper, Jeep like Cherokee
[04:11.46]When I take aim handling wall-to-wall emcees
[04:14.16]Mr. Madman attract lyrics like magnets
[04:16.92]That **** up speaker cabinets when I'm stabbing it
[04:19.77]Like the Juice, then go Bronco busting loose
[04:22.56]That's my word. You couldn't shoot or try to compute the math
[04:25.95]To kick any tight sport like the vandal
[04:28.05]I manhandle. Emcees get murdered like Tenor Saw
[04:30.72]Or trapped in the bedroom with the Texas Chainsaw
[04:33.42]Massacre. One Two Three, The Taking of Pelham
[04:36.42]Eastwick, underground New York be the dwelling
[04:38.88]I keep telling ‘em the state of the mind be the mentals
[04:41.67]If you murder up in the ghetto, you’re murdering a temple