The Rhythm

[Chorus] The rhythm, the the the rhythm Make you co-operate with the rhythm (Repeat x4) [Godfather don] My mind is cloudy, nigga I wanna get rowdy That's how we do shit, a few clips and then we outtie (Audi) Give me some room to get verbal and in vulgar I got you thumpin' something like a hole in ya molar Your pain is inflicted with shits from my scripts kick I got you open, you peeps are scoping where my dick sits All in ya knows why you pose like a faggot It's like I shit it, the father did it, go ahead and grab it Still on my tip for the technical fast flow There ain't no cash, so, stay the fuck out my ass hole Towards is the last song, so blessed on, with Teflon With meth on my mind got left, shit, a fly couldn't catch on [JuJu] Fuck keepin' it real, I ain't jokin' You bitch-ass niggas act hard and they still get their shit broken Wilding is risky but it's fun I'm on some ol' cowboy shit, give me some whiskey and a fucking gun You watching niggas set it off son I'll have all you niggas running like girls when I let off one A little nigga going far, yo you know I'm a star I got your wife, kid, sitting in my fucking car Let them niggas try and curse mine I herb niggas liked they comin' through the Island for the first time Junkyard will represent, no doubt, 3CF mob, fuck the world and I'm out [Chorus] [Lord Finesse] Check it I catch wreck when my mind's set When it's time to get down I get around like nine etch Give me your ring I can still swing my fuck With these cornball rappers when you can have a real thing So just cool it, I flow like fluid Ain't nothing to it I keep it raw like sewage Huh, brothers think they got my flow figured But you can have a afro and slacks that don't mean you got soul nigga Stand back, don't try to keep close It's the Funky Man, Lord Finesse straight from the East coast I can't hang, come on, picture that I'm from Uptown, Boogie Down where rap was invented at Matter of fact I'm out to stack figures When I drop rhymes I make brothers go 'Yo who's that nigga?' Fuck around you'll get your ass fried this ain't Pharcyde I'm not someone nigga that you could pass by Come on, you're rolling with a paid star I keep my money in rolls just like my motherfucking braids are No doubt, I got clout I'm gonna say peace adios one love Yo, I'm out [Fat Joe] Yeah, here comes the night time stalker Who's swelling niggas' lips fatter than Jimmy Walker The freestyler, nigga disquala Fuck a bitch, you know I'm all about making dollars Fat Joe, you know I been here before Rap extraordinaire, always kicking shit raw Motherfuckers know the flow is tight Bagging hoes like the Puerto Rican Dolomite Man listen, there's no competition 'Joe taking an L?' Look nigga keep wishing Fat Joe and you know how we do Peace to Big Ed, and my nigga JuJu Word [Chorus] [Bas Blasta] Come fo' rough with the rhyme crew fresh Bas Blasta words penetrate through flesh Why not pay dues to earn props You soundin' like my nigga I'm not gonna pay I'm not I'm comin' of okay, makin' rappers run like O.J With a big clan, like the man who's named José No way will the competitor Get iller than the bloodspiller wild like predator Straight to your brain is where I aim When I start to inflict pain you will never be able to maintain Insane with my manuscript Rappers can't get with the way I'm kicking it I can't stand a hypocrite Who lies and tries to claim styles He fails to rise with the mentality of a child Bas got mad rhymes the party bounces I need a notebook that weighs forty ounces [Chorus]