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

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[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

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[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

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