George Clinton - Rhythm And Rhyme lyrics

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 ma**ive 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 ba** 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 motherf**in´ rhyme Rhythm and rhyme Rhythm and rhyme Rhythm and motherf**in´ 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 motherf**in´ rhyme Rhythm and rhyme Rhythm and rhyme Rhythm and motherf**in´ rhyme You walk a million miles to bite off one of my styles d**h tolls in the trillions, trashed by the trial of traumatic Disorder sort of relating the way that I saw them d**h 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 motherf**in´ rhyme Rhythm and rhyme Rhythm and rhyme Rhythm and motherf**in´ 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 motherf**in´ rhyme Rhythm and rhyme Rhythm and rhyme Rhythm and motherf**in´ 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 motherf**in´ rhyme Rhythm and rhyme Rhythm and rhyme Rhythm and motherf**in´ rhyme