The Rhyme Lyrics
| Song | The Rhyme |
| Artist | Keith Murray |
| Album | Enigma |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Beverly, Murray, Sermon | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Now for next to little or nothin' i be rippin' up every function | |
| With scientifical mad man consumptions | |
| With mass productions of mass conjunctions | |
| I display new ways of mc destruction | |
| 'cause ain't nothin' better than the *****t i got | |
| Makin' *****s jump off the roof and roof-tops | |
| I put the hip in hop and the don't in stop and the clips in glocks | |
| When i rock box your block | |
| My hypothesis on this is you *****s better come in terms of my vocabulary quick | |
| Or get dissed | |
| My brain bleeds mental complex feeds | |
| Bring it on kid i got exactly what you need | |
| Twisted metaphors to get your *****t in star wars | |
| Live forever like bob marley just because | |
| The mad matador metaphor rips the hard core | |
| For him and his them and theirs you and yours | |
| Chorus: | |
| And it beez like that sometimes | |
| Cause i can't control the rhyme | |
| I said it beez like that sometimes | |
| Cause i can't control the rhyme | |
| I keep it jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy | |
| We keep it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy | |
| Cause it be jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy | |
| And it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy | |
| Verse 2: | |
| The most beautifullest vocabulist | |
| Punches phony mc's dead in their esophogaus | |
| My *****ysis is roughly calloused | |
| You better practice if you want to challenge this | |
| I'm symbolic to the sun moon and stars | |
| You gettin' knocked out the box no matter who you are | |
| The funk phat tracks lures you to listen | |
| As my vocals send your brain up in the fetal position | |
| Learn a quick lesson of mic aggression | |
| So when i walk down the street there'll be no second guessing | |
| Now you can walk the walk talk the talk | |
| Back burnin' all day but your still fireproof like an ashtray | |
| I'm a scientist in the mix like plyx | |
| Turnin' all you fly emcees back into maggots | |
| Non prop soil watch me bubble and spoil | |
| Punch you grand royal as you foam like boil | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3: | |
| I played the many thousand roles of street life | |
| Showed whodini that the freaks come out in broad daylight | |
| Me and my crew be tight like lavren and *****rley | |
| Rollin' through all ya'lls hoods pullin all ya'lls fly girlies | |
| Emcee's always *****, that makes my style all hard | |
| I role with nobody but god and the squad | |
| Me and my troops we knock the *****t out the sides of dudes | |
| Lettin the oj juice loose on phat tracks e-d produced | |
| Chorus |
| zuo ci : Beverly, Murray, Sermon | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Now for next to little or nothin' i be rippin' up every function | |
| With scientifical mad man consumptions | |
| With mass productions of mass conjunctions | |
| I display new ways of mc destruction | |
| ' cause ain' t nothin' better than the t i got | |
| Makin' s jump off the roof and rooftops | |
| I put the hip in hop and the don' t in stop and the clips in glocks | |
| When i rock box your block | |
| My hypothesis on this is you s better come in terms of my vocabulary quick | |
| Or get dissed | |
| My brain bleeds mental complex feeds | |
| Bring it on kid i got exactly what you need | |
| Twisted metaphors to get your t in star wars | |
| Live forever like bob marley just because | |
| The mad matador metaphor rips the hard core | |
| For him and his them and theirs you and yours | |
| Chorus: | |
| And it beez like that sometimes | |
| Cause i can' t control the rhyme | |
| I said it beez like that sometimes | |
| Cause i can' t control the rhyme | |
| I keep it jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy | |
| We keep it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy | |
| Cause it be jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy | |
| And it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy | |
| Verse 2: | |
| The most beautifullest vocabulist | |
| Punches phony mc' s dead in their esophogaus | |
| My ysis is roughly calloused | |
| You better practice if you want to challenge this | |
| I' m symbolic to the sun moon and stars | |
| You gettin' knocked out the box no matter who you are | |
| The funk phat tracks lures you to listen | |
| As my vocals send your brain up in the fetal position | |
| Learn a quick lesson of mic aggression | |
| So when i walk down the street there' ll be no second guessing | |
| Now you can walk the walk talk the talk | |
| Back burnin' all day but your still fireproof like an ashtray | |
| I' m a scientist in the mix like plyx | |
| Turnin' all you fly emcees back into maggots | |
| Non prop soil watch me bubble and spoil | |
| Punch you grand royal as you foam like boil | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3: | |
| I played the many thousand roles of street life | |
| Showed whodini that the freaks come out in broad daylight | |
| Me and my crew be tight like lavren and rley | |
| Rollin' through all ya' lls hoods pullin all ya' lls fly girlies | |
| Emcee' s always , that makes my style all hard | |
| I role with nobody but god and the squad | |
| Me and my troops we knock the t out the sides of dudes | |
| Lettin the oj juice loose on phat tracks ed produced | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Beverly, Murray, Sermon | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Now for next to little or nothin' i be rippin' up every function | |
| With scientifical mad man consumptions | |
| With mass productions of mass conjunctions | |
| I display new ways of mc destruction | |
| ' cause ain' t nothin' better than the t i got | |
| Makin' s jump off the roof and rooftops | |
| I put the hip in hop and the don' t in stop and the clips in glocks | |
| When i rock box your block | |
| My hypothesis on this is you s better come in terms of my vocabulary quick | |
| Or get dissed | |
| My brain bleeds mental complex feeds | |
| Bring it on kid i got exactly what you need | |
| Twisted metaphors to get your t in star wars | |
| Live forever like bob marley just because | |
| The mad matador metaphor rips the hard core | |
| For him and his them and theirs you and yours | |
| Chorus: | |
| And it beez like that sometimes | |
| Cause i can' t control the rhyme | |
| I said it beez like that sometimes | |
| Cause i can' t control the rhyme | |
| I keep it jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy | |
| We keep it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy | |
| Cause it be jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy | |
| And it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy | |
| Verse 2: | |
| The most beautifullest vocabulist | |
| Punches phony mc' s dead in their esophogaus | |
| My ysis is roughly calloused | |
| You better practice if you want to challenge this | |
| I' m symbolic to the sun moon and stars | |
| You gettin' knocked out the box no matter who you are | |
| The funk phat tracks lures you to listen | |
| As my vocals send your brain up in the fetal position | |
| Learn a quick lesson of mic aggression | |
| So when i walk down the street there' ll be no second guessing | |
| Now you can walk the walk talk the talk | |
| Back burnin' all day but your still fireproof like an ashtray | |
| I' m a scientist in the mix like plyx | |
| Turnin' all you fly emcees back into maggots | |
| Non prop soil watch me bubble and spoil | |
| Punch you grand royal as you foam like boil | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3: | |
| I played the many thousand roles of street life | |
| Showed whodini that the freaks come out in broad daylight | |
| Me and my crew be tight like lavren and rley | |
| Rollin' through all ya' lls hoods pullin all ya' lls fly girlies | |
| Emcee' s always , that makes my style all hard | |
| I role with nobody but god and the squad | |
| Me and my troops we knock the t out the sides of dudes | |
| Lettin the oj juice loose on phat tracks ed produced | |
| Chorus |
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