Keep time with the rhythm We rhyme over rhythm
recite revolutionary type vision Enough for the
mental prisons We endevour for melodic living So
keep your mind on the rhythm x2
Spread it smooth on my page like a brush Ill
illistate your mind like paint without placing a touch
Keep it to a constant beat for those who fuss even to
a bumpin beat so those can bust Even to them riders
bumpin out them trunks to all them low keys getting
pleased off that funky stuff We doing this anyhow
anyway jamming it more louder every time and every day
My life dont end if these records dont spin Were
the new school of Nesians were known as fresh men
A.k.a safe investment, home is best when Were
supporting our own, cause their quality tested I keep
time with the rhythm for those that never none When
ever we riding the beat, you calling shotgun
Formidable stanzas, eloquence enhances
Charismatically candid You know how we handle it
Got a continuos flow smooth like a dialtone some call
it a gift I call it a Milestone Aint never heard me
spit in a mild like tone untouchable when Im in my
zone You will never know cos Im guile when I roam
It aint bout what you heard its what youve been told
With every rhythm I rhyme I spit rhythm in rhyme
dont lose the rhythm Keep the rhythm when I rhyme
Give me a moment as I dust it off as I only take a
second as I shift my attention just to serve another
lesson As I stroll with bounce roll with the flow
loose my sence on an once rhythm takes control So
keep time with the rhythm coz you already been told got
the same to deliver like SABRE n OLD So keep time
with the rhythm coz the rhythm is the bass The bass
is the treble the treble tremors up the place
Concentration Keep the rhythm Concentration Keep
the rhythm
I flown the global cipher with the mic in hand As Mos
Def defined Im the travelling man The system could
never be able to comprehend The life of a musician
aint driven like vision I pen Living on the edge of
the beat where the baseline sits They say pay my
dues, but first who gona pay my rent? These words are
testimony of my life lived And the score of dreams
after realising what the price is.
Rhythm and I go together like apple and pie Whenever
I spit, ignite mics to feed the fire So feel the burn
of the heat before the flame expires A simple
drumbeat is all that I require Got rhythm, got a beat
now Im ready to go Aint got a clue son Old let em
know With every rhythm thats rhymed We spit rhythm
in rhyme You didnt lose the rhythm kept the rhythm
when we rhymed