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letra de rhythm and rhyme - george clinton

[intro: george clinton]
therefore, this rap rendition in tradition of compet-tion
mace the motherf-cker before the first emission
gets to ascend the mountain
i sip spout rhymin’ ad infinitum
i pee in the fountain then i claw, clutchin’ the cliff
cause i got to get higher

[shock g]
i shall begin with a crazy evil grin
so evidently awesome both know somethin’ will occur
deep and dreadful be, constant careful
you get an earful of the fearful
the rhythm, the rhyme not based on material mind more so
along strong ethereal lines although torn
from a brain remainin’ to ruckus
you got music that is so m-ssive you move to it
or you must move away, choose to play or stray into it

[money b]
over chill mode
i load a lyric fling you hard against the b-ss
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’ll bounce and it’s a take out
you’re through, finished quick, yeah, i said of that sh-t

[shock g]
and it takes just a few of my favorite breaks

[chorus: george clinton]
rhythm and rhymes, rhythm and rhymes
i got rhythm and motherf-ckin’ rhymes
i got the rhythm and rhymes, rhythm and rhymes
i got the rhythm and motherf-ckin’ rhymes

[humpty hump]
therefore, this rap rendition in tradition of compet-tion
mace the motherf-cker before the first emission
gets to ascend the mountain
i sip spout rhymin’ 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 “g.c. 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, tengled in your mic cord
your mamma would have been better in battle
your boastin’ is bogus
silly poses is puttin’ your pretty poetry packaged pathetically in front of me
i suppress, i arrest the best of mcs 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 favorite breaks

[george clinton]
rhythm and rhyme, rhythm and rhyme
rhythm and motherf-ckin’ rhymes
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 relatin’ the way the i saw them
death by battle before the post mortem
i caught them 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 bullsh-t out of my face
i totally rap my reply, attackin’ every guy
who from this point on now is doomed to die, for thousand times
as i rewind the very line i used to slay him with
guess i was born with a gift, the dumb punk got me to deal with

[chorus: george clinton]
and i got rhythm and rhyme, rhythm and rhyme
rhythm and motherf-ckin’ rhymes
i got the rhythm and rhyme, rhythm and rhyme
rhythm and motherf-ckin’ rhymes

[george clinton]
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, mic’d and patched through disk
i sn-tched 2 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 preparin, darin, 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 gets f-cked up, it’s gonna be you
yeah

and i’m your local gravedigger on a vocal hairpin trigger
as 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 the f-ck i’ve done that
sensin’ seconds too late, you got room for improvement
you wanna stop and drop, go over the top
you bop and strain your voice, ha ha, got no choice
come back one more time and try to win against the veteran
the better than many, than plenty, than any
f-ck you!! – here’s the cemetery where they line up all the graves
of those that tried that sh-t, 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 connot 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 somethin’ really too clever
right there off the top of my head, they take it and tape it
before i can say this is 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 -ss with the next verse

[outro: george clinton]
rhythm and rhyme, rhythm and rhymes
rhythm and motherf-ckin’ rhymes
therefore, this rap rendition in tradition of compet-tion
mace the motherf-cker before the first emission
gets to ascend the mountain
i sip spout rhymin’ 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
g.c. gone crazy, hackin’ in the channel, through all the slack rappers
i pack a bag, 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, tengled in your mic cord
your mamma would have been better in battle
your boastin’ is bogus
silly poses are puttin’ your pretty poetry packaged pathetically in front of me
i suppress, i arrest the best of mcs 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 favorite breaks
rhythm and rhyme, rhythm and rhymes
rhythm and motherf-ckin’ rhymes
f-ck the dumb sh-t

- george clinton

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