Представляем точный текст композиции "8 Steps To Perfection" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Company Flow . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «8 Steps To Perfection» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Company Flow передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Company Flow - "8 Steps To Perfection"
Lyrics to 8 Steps To Perfection : Rugged like Rwanda, dont 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 Im much too much for any demon style to master me From the thoughts next bridge to the hells gate, lyrically detonating Sparking M-80s and bottle rockets its 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 couldnt 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 aint easy Im crooked like Nathan Wick starring as Cochese With a big baseball bat you get robbed like DeNiro A sandwich still aint nothing but a hero Just a small sample of the abstract When the rhyme gets crazy hot and lyrics dont know how to act Whether shooting joints or wax I go all out and attack crabs and herbs thats crazy wack We all cant be pimps, and we all cant rap You got to get your dollars on cause its on like that Heres what I want you to do Niggas with the green axe and burgundy Forerunner, inhuman like Blade Runner When Im 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 fiber optics Check the rhyme activity your skills is microscopic Peace to my crew and my nigga El-P Whos here to spark it causing all these crabs to flee [Verse Two: El-P] Check it and I inflict it quattro nine fifty lungs misty Color me Maxmillian cause Im that crazy robot Teetering on the edge of outer space Spitting buckshots till black holes surround me, you found me As far as Im concerned Ive got your ashes in an urn Big up, the temperamental hold none barred kid Whats your confunction' Tracks is type dusty Drinking water out the well of life and Ima piss it back rusty Flesh and phonics, youre god damned right Im on em like aeorta pacemakers hooked up to clappers Clap OFF (*clap clap*) 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 Im 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 youre 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 Youre faggot like sprockets, motherfuck the Houston Rockets Im so sick of recycled metaphors Bet but Id fuck Laura Ingalls only when shes done with her chores Got rappers tip toeing on a Highway to Heaven Got manners like Bruce Banner when hes stressed Im sick of your corny beats and your crowd-involved hooks Cause Im a thinker Evil anus letting off stinkers BJ Eight steps to perfection The sum of each part forms an octagon Let rhyme styles get sparked EP Eight stpes to perfection The sum of each part forms an octagon Where rhyme styles get sparked [Verse Three: Bigg Jus] The holy terror, last move you made cos it never wont win Playing taps on a violin You can never comprehend the rhyme origin Irate when I get chinese-Jamaican like Rick Shin Hot rocking corduroy, Ballys thats 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 it Strictly 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 magnets They fuck up speaking cavernous when Im stabbing it Like the Juice, then go Bronco busting loose Thats my word, you couldnt shoot or try to compute the math To kick any type sport like the vandal I manhandle, emcees get murdered like tennessa Or trapped in the bedroom with the Texas Chain Saw Massacre one two three youre taking and tell em 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 murder in a temple. [ 8 Steps To Perfection Lyrics ]
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