Lyrics:
was Diddy
When it came to the music then she got real picky
From New York, but preferred 2Pac over Biggie
No disrespect to Ms. Wallace, but she liked
of that bold (bold),
New (new) breed (breeding)
That extinguishes itself
By markings which resemble a
Wide tie
Directly below the
White collar
If it's
And it plays a mean Rhythm Master
It makes excuses for unwanted lipstick on your collar
And it's only a dollar, step right up
It's only a dollar, step
And it plays a mean Rhythm Master
It makes excuses for unwanted lipstick on your collar
And it's only a dollar, step right up
It's only a dollar, step
heart (city rhythm) is torn apart (oo)
By the love I wish I had
Well, I spend my (city rhythm) nights in the city's lights (oo)
And things don't seem so
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
at
I see irrelevance condoned by the delegates
Their regression is evident they own
What I been off
Fuck it since it's the samaritan's I sold
I'ma
sniff me to make sure I still smelled like real leather
They said these new bucks be soft
I've been hoarding hurt since He-Man underwear
Tears were only
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
a new song, Find the metaphor, similes
Rhythm and rhyme then proper delivery
Write then rewrite until proper assembly
Until everyone listening know that
Who angry as hell, we yell from the beast
Wise killers up in New York, who lay for peace
Crime action get you trapped by the chief, no PC
Proud
up
I'm writing this over dust fields
Littered by red solo cups
Eyes Wide Shut
One year later
Exiled like Genesis
Outside looking in
Time moves fast
rifles
And Das EFX' mask
Red moccasins, Emerald City is my metropolis
I dust rappers
I don't give a fuck what the topic is
You can never win, you're not
against the algorithm
I X'em out… You know I'm on that Malcolm rhythm
By any means, I'm livin' a dream
America's worst nightmare that Martin Luther K'em
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test - I'm rappin' to the beat,
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
Barbed wire fence carving out a hillside, cutting holes in the midday sun
Like a postcard framed in a windshield covered in dust
I love the rhythm
Well, there was this movie I seen one time
About a man riding 'cross the desert and it starred Gregory Peck
He was shot down by a hungry kid trying
Yo, can I hear this record by Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock?
Hey, man, you sure you wanna hear this, man?
You sure about that, man?
Alright
Right
Get with the rhythm of elevation
Starting wherever you are, you can raise the vibration
Get with the rhythm of elevation
Starting wherever you are,
and scheming on companies I got to hit up
I'm gonna split em lord knows I'm gone get em
Put ya hands up if you know ain't no one as real as these
Speaking bout
Let me show you how a player play
Keep it smooth the real player way
You ain't a player if you don't know the play
Play the game by the rules, this
bleach to fade his jeans
With a brand new stay pressed shirt -- and some creased and wrinkled dreams
His face a blemish garden -- but his eyes are
the only time I'm ah' pose
Secret assembly, no one knows, give a toast
I had to come with the slam off the give and go
I be getting real grimy and shit
Hello you, strange little world
Never got touched by any soul before
Look at it´s beautyful face
Fear from unknown, powerful breath of the new
It´s
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