George Clinton - Rhythm & Rhyme lyrics

rate me

Therefore, this Rap rendition in tradition of competition

Mace the motherfucker before the first emission

Gets to ascend the mountain

I sip spout rhymin' 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 somethin' will occur

Deep and dreadful be, constant careful

You get an earful of the fearful

The rhythm, the rhyme not based on material mind more so

Along strong ethereal lines although torn

From a brain remainin' 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 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'll bounce and it's a take out

You're through, finished quick, yeah, I said of that shit

And it takes just a few of my favorite breaks

Rhythm and rhymes, rhythm and rhymes

I got rhythm and motherfuckin' rhymes

I got the rhythm and rhymes, rhythm and rhymes

I got the rhythm and motherfuckin' rhymes

Therefore, this Rap rendition in tradition of competition

Mace the motherfucker before the first emission

Gets to ascend the mountain

I sip spout rhymin' 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 "G.C. 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, tengled in your Mic cord

Your mamma would have been better in battle

Your boastin' is bogus

Silly poses is puttin' your pretty poetry packaged pathetically in front of me

I suppress, I arrest the best of MCs 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 favorite breaks

Rhythm and rhyme, rhythm and rhyme

Rhythm and motherfuckin' rhymes

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 relatin' the way the I saw them

Death by battle before the post mortem

I caught them 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 bullshit out of my face

I totally rap my reply, attackin' every guy

Who from this point on now is doomed to die, for thousand times

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

Guess I was born with a gift, the dumb punk got me to deal with

And I got rhythm and rhyme, rhythm and rhyme

Rhythm and motherfuckin' rhymes

I got the rhythm and rhyme, rhythm and rhyme

Rhythm and motherfuckin' rhymes

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, mic'd and patched through disk

I snatched 2 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 preparin, darin, 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 gets fucked up, it's gonna be you

Yeah

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

As 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 the fuck I've done that

Sensin' seconds too late, you got room for improvement

You wanna stop and drop, go over the top

You bop and strain your voice, ha ha, got no choice

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

The better than many, than plenty, than any

Fuck you! - here's the cemetery where they line up all the graves

Of those that tried that shit, 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 connot 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 somethin' really too clever

Right there off the top of my head, they take it and tape it

Before I can say this is 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 ass with the next verse

Rhythm and rhyme, rhythm and rhymes

Rhythm and motherfuckin' rhymes

Therefore, this Rap rendition in tradition of competition

Mace the motherfucker before the first emission

Gets to ascend the mountain

I sip spout rhymin' 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

G.C. gone crazy, hackin' in the channel, through all the slack rappers

I pack a bag, 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, tengled in your Mic cord

Your mamma would have been better in battle

Your boastin' is bogus

Silly poses are puttin' your pretty poetry packaged pathetically in front of me

I suppress, I arrest the best of MCs 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 favorite breaks

Rhythm and rhyme, rhythm and rhymes

Rhythm and motherfuckin' rhymes

Fuck the dumb shit