AWOL ONE & DADDY KEV - Rhythm lyrics

rate me

But you can't beat the beat

But you can't beat the beat

You're a stupid sucker never done shit from me

Get in the car and I'm a drive till I'm outta gas

Slow or fast

Can't put me down no more

I'm a mother fucking creature of the wind

You can't touch me

You can't touch this

Kiss my wing, kiss my knuckle, never!

Scoop up chicks at the shows and take 'em

Home and blow

Money to spend

Dream the impossible dreams

Bloodstreams

Seems as bulimic throw up throw up

Tore up the floor up, floor up

Smoking in the bathroom

Getting kicked outta school

Car like a trap of your screwy little varmet

I'm a family walking through the district of Garments

Downtown Los Angeles, the gates of heaven

All the people, they just wanna have fun

Stupid suckers are so fucking temporary

Me and my crew, we're walking down the street

But you can't beat the beat, the beat, the beat, the beat

You put the tape in and turn the music up

You hold on one of 'em, stick your finger up

When I was a kid I never had any friends

Was always the one start making some money

Pen and paper, two pair gellin'

In my diapers reeking days old

Never too cool to take a request

Mom it's all right to get shit of my chest

Music started in '74, Standing too close but

I'm worlds away

Touch the mic, it'll burn your fingers

But I'm down instead of slingers

Old and rusty, still brand new

Always coming through with the shapes of your crew

Girls they just wanna have fun with someone

And find a man to support their kids

People just wanna have fun

All you suckers are so fucking temporary

Me and my crew walking down the street

You can't beat the beat, the beat, the beat, the beat

The beat

Oh how I hate that stupid look in your eyes

Like you already know but you pretend to be surprised

The way you go on, I don't know where to start

The only sound that I hear is the beating of my heart

What keeps me going is I love the way she does me

I'm the wing child of the man on the mic

Day outta nowhere, I'll fade away

They try to understand me but they don't care

Put up your ones, people say practice makes perfect, not worth it now

Throw a bottle on the ground to make it sound, world renowned

Rhythm to the rhythmless uhumm

Shame to the shameless uhumm

Money to the moneyless uhumm

And names to the nameless uhumm

People, they just wanna have fun

But all you suckers are so fucking temporary

Me and my crew walking down the street

But you can't beat the beat, the beat, the beat, the beat

Thanks to ibshb for correcting these lyrics