The Rhythm lyrics

[Chorus]
The rhythm, the the the rhythm
Make you co-operate with the rhythm
(Repeat x4)

[Godfather don]
My mind is cloudy, n*gga I wanna get rowdy
That's how we do sh*t, 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 sh*ts from my scripts kick
I got you open, you peeps are scoping where my di*k sits
All in ya knows why you pose like a faggot
It's like I sh*t 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 f*ck out my ass hole
Towards is the last song, so blessed on, with Teflon
With meth on my mind got left, sh*t, a fly couldn't catch on

[JuJu]
f*ck keepin' it real, I ain't jokin'
You b*tch-ass n*ggas act hard and they still get their sh*t broken
Wilding is risky but it's fun
I'm on some ol' cowboy sh*t, give me some whiskey and a f*cking gun
You watching n*ggas set it off son
I'll have all you n*ggas running like girls when I let off one
A little n*gga going far, yo you know I'm a star
I got your wife, kid, sitting in my f*cking car
Let them n*ggas try and curse mine
I herb n*ggas liked they comin' through the Island for the first time
Junkyard will represent, no doubt, 3CF mob, f*ck 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 f*ck
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 n*gga
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 n*gga?'
f*ck around you'll get your ass fried this ain't Pharcyde
I'm not someone n*gga that you could pass by
Come on, you're rolling with a paid star
I keep my money in rolls just like my motherf*cking 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 n*ggas' lips fatter than Jimmy Walker
The freestyler, n*gga disquala
f*ck a b*tch, you know I'm all about making dollars
Fat Joe, you know I been here before
Rap extraordinaire, always kicking sh*t raw
Motherf*ckers know the flow is tight
Bagging hoes like the Puerto Rican Dolomite
Man listen, there's no competition
'Joe taking an L?'
Look n*gga keep wishing
Fat Joe and you know how we do
Peace to Big Ed, and my n*gga 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 n*gga
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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