| Song | 8 Steps To Perfection |
| Artist | Company Flow |
| Album | Funcrusher Plus |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Bigg Jus, El Producto |
| [00:10.025] | Rugged like Rwanda |
| [00:11.516] | Don't wander far or get chopped up |
| [00:13.678] | Quick to rush the spot like baby urine get mopped up |
| [00:16.555] | Tags that spray your hall with rap aerosol |
| [00:19.425] | Organized graffiti lectures in can control |
| [00:21.995] | Or level with the devil racing uptown first to Fort Apache |
| [00:25.132] | I'm much too much for any demon style to master me |
| [00:28.786] | From the Throgs Neck Bridge to the Hell’s Gate, lyrically detonating |
| [00:32.977] | Sparking M-80's and bottle rockets into nigga chaser |
| [00:36.099] | Downtown graffiti deface a heroin debaser |
| [00:39.327] | Open up your eyes and clean out your nature |
| [00:41.638] | Wide open like the Grand Canyon |
| [00:43.482] | Emcees couldn't hang if they was lynched by the Grand Dragon |
| [00:47.237] | Searching for my styles like Job-Corps |
| [00:50.017] | Coming home on work release, shoplifting at the rap store |
| [00:53.051] | But sabotaging me ain't easy |
| [00:55.254] | I'm crooked like Nathan Wind starring as Cochese |
| [00:58.535] | With a big baseball bat, you get robbed like DeNiro |
| [01:01.642] | A sandwich still ain't nothing but a hero |
| [01:04.140] | Just a small sample of the abstract |
| [01:06.593] | When the rhyme get crazy hot and lyrics don't know how to act |
| [01:09.566] | Whether shooting joints or wax |
| [01:11.829] | I’ll go all out and attack crabs and herbs that's crazy wack |
| [01:14.804] | We all can't be pimps and we all can't rap |
| [01:18.274] | You got to get your dollars on 'cause it's on like that |
| [01:20.739] | Here's what I want you to do: niggas with the green axe |
| [01:23.555] | And burgundy 4Runner, inhuman like Blade Runner |
| [01:26.348] | When I'm rhyming all summer, just listen to the drummer |
| [01:29.042] | Transistor blister, feedback freak the impedance |
| [01:31.848] | Funk flow, we expose frequencies in sequence |
| [01:34.817] | Napalm gets dropped long-range like fiber optics |
| [01:37.470] | Check the rhyme activity—your skills is microscopic |
| [01:40.440] | Peace to my crew and my nigga El-P |
| [01:43.052] | Who's here to spark it, causing all these crabs to flee |
| [01:45.930] | Check it and I inflict it. Quadra 950 lungs misty |
| [01:48.388] | Calling me “Maximillian” ‘cause I'm that crazy robot |
| [01:52.132] | Teetering on the edge of outer space |
| [01:54.269] | Spitting buckshots ‘til black holes surround me. You found me |
| [01:56.851] | As far as I'm concerned, I got your ashes in an urn |
| [01:59.399] | Big up the temperamental, holds-none-barred kid |
| [02:02.392] | What's your confunction? Tracks is type dusty |
| [02:04.633] | Drinking water out the well of life and I'ma piss it back rusty |
| [02:08.080] | Flesh in phonics. You're goddamn right |
| [02:10.596] | I'm on it like aorta pacemakers hooked up to clappers |
| [02:13.678] | Clap off. Welcome to my free-form jubilee |
| [02:16.233] | Look at me, the witness to the shit you wanna be |
| [02:19.057] | DBA, lyrical P, burners insipid |
| [02:21.839] | I’m a sycophant, feeding on fats passed and dipped |
| [02:24.986] | In and out of my invisible state. Forerunner rep tyrannical |
| [02:27.819] | Wrecks like TECs, bust mechanical |
| [02:30.430] | Rusty garden weasel painting beats on an easel |
| [02:33.192] | Shoot a head up. What, bitch? You're boxing shadows |
| [02:35.989] | Look out my way, you’ll pull the breath out your battle |
| [02:38.583] | Breaking your double helix and now the shit is single |
| [02:41.581] | Not mono. I burn the needle out your phono |
| [02:44.378] | El-P the third gunner on the grassy knoll, stroll |
| [02:48.937] | Keep the seventh seal of heaven in my pocket |
| [02:49.861] | You're faggot like Sprockets. Yo, mother**** the Houston Rockets |
| [02:52.134] | I'm so sick of recycled metaphors |
| [02:54.903] | Bet, but I'd **** Laura Ingalls only when she's done with her chores |
| [02:57.400] | Got rappers tip-toeing on a Highway to Heaven |
| [03:00.934] | Got manners like Bruce Banner when he's stressed |
| [03:03.469] | I'm sick of your corny beats and your crowd-involved hooks |
| [03:06.669] | 'Cause I'm a thinker |
| [03:07.718] | Evil anus letting off stinkers |
| [03:09.502] | Eight steps to perfection |
| [03:11.211] | The sum of each part forms a octagon |
| [03:13.587] | Let rhyme styles get sparked |
| [03:15.387] | Eight steps to perfection |
| [03:16.445] | The sum of each part forms a octagon |
| [03:18.914] | Where rhyme styles get sparked |
| [03:20.485] | The holy terror. Last move you made was an error |
| [03:23.192] | Won't win playing taps on a violin |
| [03:25.863] | You can never comprehend the rhyme origin |
| [03:28.882] | Irate one like a Chinese—Jamaican like a Chin |
| [03:31.831] | Hot rocking corduroy, Ballies that's so fitted |
| [03:34.879] | Niggas came and assed out my tracks and left 'em shitted |
| [03:37.959] | **** the movement, lubricate the smooth shit |
| [03:40.235] | Just to let you know, never do I use it |
| [03:42.925] | Strictly the blueprint for the ghetto music in my cypher |
| [03:46.381] | Shorty the sniper, Jeep like Cherokee |
| [03:48.924] | When I take aim handling wall-to-wall emcees |
| [03:51.351] | Mr. Madman attract lyrics like magnets |
| [03:54.414] | That **** up speaker cabinets when I'm stabbing it |
| [03:56.898] | Like the Juice, then go Bronco busting loose |
| [03:59.952] | That's my word. You couldn't shoot or try to compute the math |
| [04:03.054] | To kick any tight sport like the vandal |
| [04:05.317] | I manhandle. Emcees get murdered like Tenor Saw |
| [04:07.999] | Or trapped in the bedroom with the Texas Chainsaw |
| [04:10.796] | Massacre. One Two Three, The Taking of Pelham |
| [04:13.694] | Eastwick, underground New York be the dwelling |
| [04:16.402] | I keep telling ‘em the state of the mind be the mentals |
| [04:19.233] | If you murder up in the ghetto, you’re murdering a temple |
| [04:22.393] |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Bigg Jus, El Producto |
| [00:10.025] | Rugged like Rwanda |
| [00:11.516] | Don' t wander far or get chopped up |
| [00:13.678] | Quick to rush the spot like baby urine get mopped up |
| [00:16.555] | Tags that spray your hall with rap aerosol |
| [00:19.425] | Organized graffiti lectures in can control |
| [00:21.995] | Or level with the devil racing uptown first to Fort Apache |
| [00:25.132] | I' m much too much for any demon style to master me |
| [00:28.786] | From the Throgs Neck Bridge to the Hell' s Gate, lyrically detonating |
| [00:32.977] | Sparking M80' s and bottle rockets into nigga chaser |
| [00:36.099] | Downtown graffiti deface a heroin debaser |
| [00:39.327] | Open up your eyes and clean out your nature |
| [00:41.638] | Wide open like the Grand Canyon |
| [00:43.482] | Emcees couldn' t hang if they was lynched by the Grand Dragon |
| [00:47.237] | Searching for my styles like JobCorps |
| [00:50.017] | Coming home on work release, shoplifting at the rap store |
| [00:53.051] | But sabotaging me ain' t easy |
| [00:55.254] | I' m crooked like Nathan Wind starring as Cochese |
| [00:58.535] | With a big baseball bat, you get robbed like DeNiro |
| [01:01.642] | A sandwich still ain' t nothing but a hero |
| [01:04.140] | Just a small sample of the abstract |
| [01:06.593] | When the rhyme get crazy hot and lyrics don' t know how to act |
| [01:09.566] | Whether shooting joints or wax |
| [01:11.829] | I' ll go all out and attack crabs and herbs that' s crazy wack |
| [01:14.804] | We all can' t be pimps and we all can' t rap |
| [01:18.274] | You got to get your dollars on ' cause it' s on like that |
| [01:20.739] | Here' s what I want you to do: niggas with the green axe |
| [01:23.555] | And burgundy 4Runner, inhuman like Blade Runner |
| [01:26.348] | When I' m rhyming all summer, just listen to the drummer |
| [01:29.042] | Transistor blister, feedback freak the impedance |
| [01:31.848] | Funk flow, we expose frequencies in sequence |
| [01:34.817] | Napalm gets dropped longrange like fiber optics |
| [01:37.470] | Check the rhyme activity your skills is microscopic |
| [01:40.440] | Peace to my crew and my nigga ElP |
| [01:43.052] | Who' s here to spark it, causing all these crabs to flee |
| [01:45.930] | Check it and I inflict it. Quadra 950 lungs misty |
| [01:48.388] | Calling me " Maximillian" ' cause I' m that crazy robot |
| [01:52.132] | Teetering on the edge of outer space |
| [01:54.269] | Spitting buckshots ' til black holes surround me. You found me |
| [01:56.851] | As far as I' m concerned, I got your ashes in an urn |
| [01:59.399] | Big up the temperamental, holdsnonebarred kid |
| [02:02.392] | What' s your confunction? Tracks is type dusty |
| [02:04.633] | Drinking water out the well of life and I' ma piss it back rusty |
| [02:08.080] | Flesh in phonics. You' re goddamn right |
| [02:10.596] | I' m on it like aorta pacemakers hooked up to clappers |
| [02:13.678] | Clap off. Welcome to my freeform jubilee |
| [02:16.233] | Look at me, the witness to the shit you wanna be |
| [02:19.057] | DBA, lyrical P, burners insipid |
| [02:21.839] | I' m a sycophant, feeding on fats passed and dipped |
| [02:24.986] | In and out of my invisible state. Forerunner rep tyrannical |
| [02:27.819] | Wrecks like TECs, bust mechanical |
| [02:30.430] | Rusty garden weasel painting beats on an easel |
| [02:33.192] | Shoot a head up. What, bitch? You' re boxing shadows |
| [02:35.989] | Look out my way, you' ll pull the breath out your battle |
| [02:38.583] | Breaking your double helix and now the shit is single |
| [02:41.581] | Not mono. I burn the needle out your phono |
| [02:44.378] | ElP the third gunner on the grassy knoll, stroll |
| [02:48.937] | Keep the seventh seal of heaven in my pocket |
| [02:49.861] | You' re faggot like Sprockets. Yo, mother the Houston Rockets |
| [02:52.134] | I' m so sick of recycled metaphors |
| [02:54.903] | Bet, but I' d Laura Ingalls only when she' s done with her chores |
| [02:57.400] | Got rappers tiptoeing on a Highway to Heaven |
| [03:00.934] | Got manners like Bruce Banner when he' s stressed |
| [03:03.469] | I' m sick of your corny beats and your crowdinvolved hooks |
| [03:06.669] | ' Cause I' m a thinker |
| [03:07.718] | Evil anus letting off stinkers |
| [03:09.502] | Eight steps to perfection |
| [03:11.211] | The sum of each part forms a octagon |
| [03:13.587] | Let rhyme styles get sparked |
| [03:15.387] | Eight steps to perfection |
| [03:16.445] | The sum of each part forms a octagon |
| [03:18.914] | Where rhyme styles get sparked |
| [03:20.485] | The holy terror. Last move you made was an error |
| [03:23.192] | Won' t win playing taps on a violin |
| [03:25.863] | You can never comprehend the rhyme origin |
| [03:28.882] | Irate one like a Chinese Jamaican like a Chin |
| [03:31.831] | Hot rocking corduroy, Ballies that' s so fitted |
| [03:34.879] | Niggas came and assed out my tracks and left ' em shitted |
| [03:37.959] | the movement, lubricate the smooth shit |
| [03:40.235] | Just to let you know, never do I use it |
| [03:42.925] | Strictly the blueprint for the ghetto music in my cypher |
| [03:46.381] | Shorty the sniper, Jeep like Cherokee |
| [03:48.924] | When I take aim handling walltowall emcees |
| [03:51.351] | Mr. Madman attract lyrics like magnets |
| [03:54.414] | That up speaker cabinets when I' m stabbing it |
| [03:56.898] | Like the Juice, then go Bronco busting loose |
| [03:59.952] | That' s my word. You couldn' t shoot or try to compute the math |
| [04:03.054] | To kick any tight sport like the vandal |
| [04:05.317] | I manhandle. Emcees get murdered like Tenor Saw |
| [04:07.999] | Or trapped in the bedroom with the Texas Chainsaw |
| [04:10.796] | Massacre. One Two Three, The Taking of Pelham |
| [04:13.694] | Eastwick, underground New York be the dwelling |
| [04:16.402] | I keep telling ' em the state of the mind be the mentals |
| [04:19.233] | If you murder up in the ghetto, you' re murdering a temple |
| [04:22.393] |