Rhythm and Rhyme Lyrics
| Song | Rhythm and Rhyme |
| Artist | George Clinton |
| Album | Hey Man, Smell My Finger |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Therefore this rap rendition in tradition of competition | |
| Mace the mother before the first emission | |
| Gets to ascend the mountain | |
| I sip the spout rhyming 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 something will occur | |
| Deep and dreadful be constant careful | |
| You get an earful of the fearful | |
| The rhythm, the rhythm not based on material mind | |
| More so along strong ethereal lines | |
| Although torn from a brain remaining 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 I 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 bounce and it´s a take out | |
| You´re through, finished, quick yeah I said of that | |
| And it takes just a few of my favourite breaks | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and motherfuckin´ rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and motherfuckin´ rhyme | |
| Therefore this rap rendition in tradition of competition | |
| Mace the mother before the first emission | |
| Gets to ascend the mountain | |
| I sip the spout rhyming 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 GC 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, tangled in your mic cord | |
| Your mama would have been better in battle | |
| Your boastin´ is bogus, silly poses | |
| Puttin´ your pretty poetry packaged pathetically in front of me | |
| I suppress I arrest the best of MC´s 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 favourite breaks | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and motherfuckin´ rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and motherfuckin´ rhyme | |
| 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 relating the way that I saw them | |
| Death by battle before the post mortem | |
| I caught ´em 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 bull out of my face | |
| I totally rap my reply, attackin´ the guy | |
| Who from this point on now is doomed to die | |
| One thousand times | |
| As I rewind the very line I used to slay him with | |
| Guess I was born with a gift | |
| The dumb got me to deal with | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and motherfuckin´ rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and motherfuckin´ rhyme | |
| 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, miced and patched through to disk | |
| I snatched two 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 preparing, daring, 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 get up, it´s gonna be you | |
| And I´m your local gravedigger on a vocal hairpin trigger | |
| And 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 I´ve done that | |
| Sensing seconds too late, you got room for improvement | |
| You wanna stop and drop, go over the top | |
| You bop and strain your voice, haha got no choice | |
| Come back one more time and try to win against the veteran | |
| The better than many, than plenty, than any | |
| You | |
| Here´s the cemetery where they line up all the graves | |
| Of those that tried that, 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 cannot 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 something really too clever right there | |
| Off the top of my head, they take it and tape it | |
| Before I can say this 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 with the next verse | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and motherfuckin´ rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and motherfuckin´ rhyme | |
| Therefore this rap rendition in tradition of competition | |
| Mace the mother before the first emission | |
| Gets to ascend the mountain | |
| I sip the spout rhyming 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 GC 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, tangled in your mic cord | |
| Your mama would have been better in battle | |
| Your boastin´ is bogus, silly poses | |
| Puttin´ your pretty poetry packaged pathetically in front of me | |
| I suppress I arrest the best of MC´s 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 favourite breaks | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and motherfuckin´ rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and motherfuckin´ rhyme |
| Therefore this rap rendition in tradition of competition | |
| Mace the mother before the first emission | |
| Gets to ascend the mountain | |
| I sip the spout rhyming 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 something will occur | |
| Deep and dreadful be constant careful | |
| You get an earful of the fearful | |
| The rhythm, the rhythm not based on material mind | |
| More so along strong ethereal lines | |
| Although torn from a brain remaining 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 I 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 bounce and it s a take out | |
| You re through, finished, quick yeah I said of that | |
| And it takes just a few of my favourite breaks | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and motherfuckin rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and motherfuckin rhyme | |
| Therefore this rap rendition in tradition of competition | |
| Mace the mother before the first emission | |
| Gets to ascend the mountain | |
| I sip the spout rhyming 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 GC 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, tangled in your mic cord | |
| Your mama would have been better in battle | |
| Your boastin is bogus, silly poses | |
| Puttin your pretty poetry packaged pathetically in front of me | |
| I suppress I arrest the best of MC s 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 favourite breaks | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and motherfuckin rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and motherfuckin rhyme | |
| 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 relating the way that I saw them | |
| Death by battle before the post mortem | |
| I caught em 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 bull out of my face | |
| I totally rap my reply, attackin the guy | |
| Who from this point on now is doomed to die | |
| One thousand times | |
| As I rewind the very line I used to slay him with | |
| Guess I was born with a gift | |
| The dumb got me to deal with | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and motherfuckin rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and motherfuckin rhyme | |
| 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, miced and patched through to disk | |
| I snatched two 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 preparing, daring, 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 selfsupported | |
| Yeah, it goes without sayin, it s true | |
| Anybody get up, it s gonna be you | |
| And I m your local gravedigger on a vocal hairpin trigger | |
| And 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 I ve done that | |
| Sensing seconds too late, you got room for improvement | |
| You wanna stop and drop, go over the top | |
| You bop and strain your voice, haha got no choice | |
| Come back one more time and try to win against the veteran | |
| The better than many, than plenty, than any | |
| You | |
| Here s the cemetery where they line up all the graves | |
| Of those that tried that, 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 cannot 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 something really too clever right there | |
| Off the top of my head, they take it and tape it | |
| Before I can say this 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 with the next verse | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and motherfuckin rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and motherfuckin rhyme | |
| Therefore this rap rendition in tradition of competition | |
| Mace the mother before the first emission | |
| Gets to ascend the mountain | |
| I sip the spout rhyming 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 GC 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, tangled in your mic cord | |
| Your mama would have been better in battle | |
| Your boastin is bogus, silly poses | |
| Puttin your pretty poetry packaged pathetically in front of me | |
| I suppress I arrest the best of MC s 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 favourite breaks | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and motherfuckin rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and motherfuckin rhyme |
| Therefore this rap rendition in tradition of competition | |
| Mace the mother before the first emission | |
| Gets to ascend the mountain | |
| I sip the spout rhyming 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 something will occur | |
| Deep and dreadful be constant careful | |
| You get an earful of the fearful | |
| The rhythm, the rhythm not based on material mind | |
| More so along strong ethereal lines | |
| Although torn from a brain remaining 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 I 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 bounce and it s a take out | |
| You re through, finished, quick yeah I said of that | |
| And it takes just a few of my favourite breaks | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and motherfuckin rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and motherfuckin rhyme | |
| Therefore this rap rendition in tradition of competition | |
| Mace the mother before the first emission | |
| Gets to ascend the mountain | |
| I sip the spout rhyming 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 GC 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, tangled in your mic cord | |
| Your mama would have been better in battle | |
| Your boastin is bogus, silly poses | |
| Puttin your pretty poetry packaged pathetically in front of me | |
| I suppress I arrest the best of MC s 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 favourite breaks | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and motherfuckin rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and motherfuckin rhyme | |
| 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 relating the way that I saw them | |
| Death by battle before the post mortem | |
| I caught em 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 bull out of my face | |
| I totally rap my reply, attackin the guy | |
| Who from this point on now is doomed to die | |
| One thousand times | |
| As I rewind the very line I used to slay him with | |
| Guess I was born with a gift | |
| The dumb got me to deal with | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and motherfuckin rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and motherfuckin rhyme | |
| 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, miced and patched through to disk | |
| I snatched two 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 preparing, daring, 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 selfsupported | |
| Yeah, it goes without sayin, it s true | |
| Anybody get up, it s gonna be you | |
| And I m your local gravedigger on a vocal hairpin trigger | |
| And 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 I ve done that | |
| Sensing seconds too late, you got room for improvement | |
| You wanna stop and drop, go over the top | |
| You bop and strain your voice, haha got no choice | |
| Come back one more time and try to win against the veteran | |
| The better than many, than plenty, than any | |
| You | |
| Here s the cemetery where they line up all the graves | |
| Of those that tried that, 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 cannot 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 something really too clever right there | |
| Off the top of my head, they take it and tape it | |
| Before I can say this 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 with the next verse | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and motherfuckin rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and motherfuckin rhyme | |
| Therefore this rap rendition in tradition of competition | |
| Mace the mother before the first emission | |
| Gets to ascend the mountain | |
| I sip the spout rhyming 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 GC 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, tangled in your mic cord | |
| Your mama would have been better in battle | |
| Your boastin is bogus, silly poses | |
| Puttin your pretty poetry packaged pathetically in front of me | |
| I suppress I arrest the best of MC s 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 favourite breaks | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and motherfuckin rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and rhyme | |
| Rhythm and motherfuckin rhyme |
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