The Rhythm - Lyrics - Bas Blasta

(feat. Fat Joe, Godfather Don, JuJu, Lord Finesse) (Chorus x4) (Biz Markie) "The rhythm" "Make you co-op-er-rate with the rhythm" (Verse 1: Godfather Don) My mind is cloudy, *** I wanna get rowdy That's how we do ***, a few clips and then we outty Give me some room to get verbal and in vulgar I got you thumpin' something like I holdin' your roller Your pain is inflicted with *** from my scripts kicked I got you open, you peeps are scopin' where my *** sits All in ya knows why you pose like a *** It's like I *** it, the father did it, beheaded dragon Still on my tip for the technical fast flow There ain't no cash, so, stay the *** out my *** hole Towards is the last song, so blessed on, with Teflon With *** on my mind got left, ***, a fly couldn't catch one (Verse 2: JuJu) *** keepin' it real, I ain't jokin' You ***-*** *** act hard and they still get their *** broken Wildin' is risky but it's fun I'm on some ol' cowboy ***, give me some whiskey and a ***' gun You watchin' *** set it off son I have all you *** runnin' like girls when I let off one A little *** goin' far you know I'm a star I got your wife, kid, sittin' in my ***' car Let them *** try and curse mine I heard *** liked they comin' through the Island for the first time Junkyard Ju represent, no doubt, 3CF mob, *** the world and I'm out (Chorus x4) (Verse 3: Lord Finesse) Check it I catch wreck when my mind's set When it's time to get down I get around like nine etch Give me your ring I can still swing I *** With these four bore rappers when you can have a real thing So just cool it, I flow like fluid Ain't nothing to it I keep it raw like suage Huh, brothers think they got my flow figured But you can have a afro on slacks that don't mean you got soul *** Stand back, don't try to keep close It's the Funky Man, Lord Finesse straight from the Eastcoast I can't hang, come on, picture that I'm from Uptown, Boogie Down where rap was invented at Matter of fact I'm out to stack figures When I drop rhymes I make brothers go 'Yo who's that ***!?' *** around you'll get your *** fried this ain't Pharcyde I'm not someone *** that you go +Passed By+ Come on, you're rollin' with a page star I keep my money in rolls just like my ***' breaks are No doubt, I got clout I'm gonna say peace adios one love Yo, I'm out (Verse 4: Fat Joe) Yeah, here comes the night time stalker Who's swelling ***' lips rather than Jimmy Walker The freestyler, *** get scuela *** a ***, you know I'm all about makin' dollars Fat Joe, you know I been here before Rap was for the near, but was kickin' *** raw *** know the flow was tight Baggin' hoes like the Puerto Rican Dolomites Man listen, there's no competition 'Joe takin' it out?' look *** keep wishin' Fat Joe and you know how we do Peace to Big Ed, and my *** JuJu Word (Chorus x4) (Verse 5: Bas Blasta) Come fo' rough with the rhyme crew fresh Bas bless the words penetrate through flesh Why not pay dues to earn props You soundin' like my *** I'm not gonna pay the bucket, yo I'm comin' of okay, makin' rappers run like O.J. With a big clan, like the man who's named José No way will the competitor Get out of the bloods that the wildlife predator Straight through your brain is where I aim When I start to inflict pain you will never be able to maintain Insane, with my manuscript rappers can't get with the way I'm kickin' it I can't stand a hypocrite who tries to trust and cling styles He fails to rouse with the fatality of a child Bas got mad rhymes the party bounces I think there's no book that weighs forty ounces (Chorus x4)