Rhythm and Rhyme

Therefore this rap rendition in tradition of competition

Mace the mother before the first emission

Gets to ascend the mountain

I sip the spout rhyming ad infinitum

I pee in the fountain then I claw, clutchin´ the cliff

´Cause I got to get higher

I shall begin with a crazy evil grin

So evidently awesome both know something will occur

Deep and dreadful be constant careful

You get an earful of the fearful

The rhythm, the rhythm not based on material mind

More so along strong ethereal lines

Although torn from a brain remaining to ruckus

You got music that is so massive you move to it

Or you must move away

Choose to play or stray into it

Over chill mode, I load a lyric I fling you hard against the bass

In ways shown to be mixed from an ID a forbidden poet in me

Arrivin´ unannounced and let me pounce on you

You bust I bounce and it´s a take out

You´re through, finished, quick yeah I said of that

And it takes just a few of my favourite breaks

Rhythm and rhyme

Rhythm and rhyme

Rhythm and mother****in' rhyme

Rhythm and rhyme

Rhythm and rhyme

Rhythm and mother****in' rhyme

Therefore this rap rendition in tradition of competition

Mace the mother before the first emission

Gets to ascend the mountain

I sip the spout rhyming ad infinitum

I pee in the fountain then I claw, clutchin´ the cliff

´Cause I got to get higher into the mansion

Where the mad messiah GC gone crazy

Hackin´ in the channel through all the slack rappers

I pack a bag, I travel to the peninsula with a posse

Peepin´ over the edge I drop a rock on your head

As you leapin´ up the ledge, to lead on

Leavin´ you mangled, tangled in your mic cord

Your mama would have been better in battle

Your boastin´ is bogus, silly poses

Puttin´ your pretty poetry packaged pathetically in front of me

I suppress I arrest the best of MC´s regularly

Come along, too strong, no don´t move

This ain´t a shake or bake, it´s time to rhyme

For those who think we fake a few of my favourite breaks

Rhythm and rhyme

Rhythm and rhyme

Rhythm and mother****in' rhyme

Rhythm and rhyme

Rhythm and rhyme

Rhythm and mother****in' rhyme

You walk a million miles to bite off one of my styles

Death tolls in the trillions, trashed by the trial of traumatic

Disorder sort of relating the way that I saw them

Death by battle before the post mortem

I caught ´em silhouetted, picked out to get it

Like an AK 47 I fired the rhythm

Let it reload my lips and gob to fit the job

Shootin´ straight upon the head of a segregated slob

That hobbled up, bobbled up, with a front to chap me

Get that bull out of my face

I totally rap my reply, attackin´ the guy

Who from this point on now is doomed to die

One thousand times

As I rewind the very line I used to slay him with

Guess I was born with a gift

The dumb got me to deal with

Rhythm and rhyme

Rhythm and rhyme

Rhythm and mother****in' rhyme

Rhythm and rhyme

Rhythm and rhyme

Rhythm and mother****in' rhyme

Each growl is golden

I grow beholdin´ to the bold but basic beat

That I been sold on loads of lyrics

Sewn attached desk to deck, miced and patched through to disk

I snatched two thousand versions

I´m on a version excursion

Still I can spare a bit of time to do a rhyme without swearin´

Give him the all clear sign

And I´m preparing, daring, rap and roll with soul

Compatibility to the laughter at your rap senility

A line of rhymes snorted, my face is contorted

The loser says I´m lame but he´s self-supported

Yeah, it goes without sayin´, it´s true

Anybody get up, it´s gonna be you

And I´m your local gravedigger on a vocal hairpin trigger

And sure as candy´s delicious, quicker than you figure

Too quick to quench the fire of my biggest funeral pyre

Builds and fills with fools desiring open combat

They choke and jump back

Now they wonder how I´ve done that

Sensing seconds too late, you got room for improvement

You wanna stop and drop, go over the top

You bop and strain your voice, haha got no choice

Come back one more time and try to win against the veteran

The better than many, than plenty, than any

You

Here´s the cemetery where they line up all the graves

Of those that tried that, no breaks

Pontious peers, lend me your ears

I´m the madman at the helm

The one that steers this vessel of vocals

Watch out, it´s gettin´ choppy

I ride the rough out in a way you cannot copy

Look and see if the sharks have taken a bite out of my hull

They always do, and I feel the gale pull me into battle

Maybe I said something really too clever right there

Off the top of my head, they take it and tape it

Before I can say this the property of the P

Mine by design each and every line, relies on the rewind

You better pray to the heaven and the earth

´Cause I´m gonna scorch your monkey with the next verse

Rhythm and rhyme

Rhythm and rhyme

Rhythm and mother****in' rhyme

Rhythm and rhyme

Rhythm and rhyme

Rhythm and mother****in' rhyme

Therefore this rap rendition in tradition of competition

Mace the mother before the first emission

Gets to ascend the mountain

I sip the spout rhyming ad infinitum

I pee in the fountain then I claw, clutchin´ the cliff

´Cause I got to get higher into the mansion

Where the mad messiah GC gone crazy

Hackin´ in the channel through all the slack rappers

I pack a bag, I travel to the peninsula with a posse

Peepin´ over the edge I drop a rock on your head

As you leapin´ up the ledge, to lead on

Leavin´ you mangled, tangled in your mic cord

Your mama would have been better in battle

Your boastin´ is bogus, silly poses

Puttin´ your pretty poetry packaged pathetically in front of me

I suppress I arrest the best of MC´s regularly

Come along, too strong, no don´t move

This ain´t a shake or bake, it´s time to rhyme

For those who think we fake a few of my favourite breaks

Rhythm and rhyme

Rhythm and rhyme

Rhythm and mother****in' rhyme

Rhythm and rhyme

Rhythm and rhyme

Rhythm and mother****in' rhyme