Company Flow - 8 Steps To Perfection Lyrics
Verse one: bigg jusRugged like rwanda, dont 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 apacheIm much too much for any demon style to master meFrom the thoughts next bridge to the hells gate, lyrically detonatingSparking m-80s and bottle rockets its a nigga chaserDowntown graffiti deface a heroin debaserOpen up your eyes and clean out your natureWide open like the grand canyonEmcees couldnt 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 aint easyIm crooked like nathan wick starring as cocheseWith a big baseball bat you get robbed like deniroA sandwich still aint nothing but a heroJust a small sample of the abstractWhen the rhyme gets crazy hot and lyrics dont know how to actWhether shooting joints or waxI go all out and attack crabs and herbs thats crazy wackWe all cant be pimps, and we all cant rapYou got to get your dollars on cause its on like thatHeres what I want you to doNiggas with the green axe and burgundy forerunner, inhuman like blade runnerWhen Im 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-pWhos here to spark it causing all these crabs to fleeVerse two: el-pCheck it and I inflict it quattro nine fifty lungs mistyColor me maxmillian cause Im that crazy robotTeetering on the edge of outer spaceSpitting buckshots till black holes surround me, you found meAs far as Im concerned Ive got your ashes in an urnBig up, the temperamental hold none barred kidWhats your confunction? tracks is type dustyDrinking water out the well of life and ima piss it back rustyFlesh and phonics, youre God damned rightIm 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 Im 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 ***** youre 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 pocketYoure faggot like sprockets, mother***** the houston rocketsIm so sick of recycled metaphorsBet but Id ***** laura ingalls only when shes done with her choresGot rappers tip toeing on a highway to heavenGot manners like bruce banner when hes stressedIm sick of your corny beats and your crowd-involved hooksCause Im a thinkerEvil anus letting off stinkersBj eight steps to perfectionThe sum of each part forms an octagonLet rhyme styles get sparkedEp eight stpes to perfectionThe sum of each part forms an octagonWhere rhyme styles get sparkedVerse three: bigg jusThe holy terror, last moves you never wont winPlaying taps on a violinYou can never comprehend the rhyme originI rate one like a chinese, jamaicin like a chinHot rocking corduroy, ballys thats so fittedNiggas came and assed out my tracks and left em shitted***** 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 ***** up speaking cavernous when Im stabbing itLike the juice, then go bronco busting looseThats my word, you couldnt 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 youre 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
