Rhythm and Rhyme Lyrics

[Intro: George Clinton] Therefore, this Rap rendition in tradition of competition Mace the motherfucker 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 massive 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 bass 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 shit [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 motherfuckin' rhymes I got the rhythm and rhymes, rhythm and rhymes I got the rhythm and motherfuckin' rhymes [Humpty Hump] Therefore, this Rap rendition in tradition of competition Mace the motherfucker 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 motherfuckin' 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 bullshit 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 motherfuckin' rhymes I got the rhythm and rhyme, rhythm and rhyme Rhythm and motherfuckin' 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 snatched 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 fucked 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 fuck 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 Fuck you!! - here's the cemetery where they line up all the graves Of those that tried that shit, 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 ass with the next verse [Outro: George Clinton] Rhythm and rhyme, rhythm and rhymes Rhythm and motherfuckin' rhymes Therefore, this Rap rendition in tradition of competition Mace the motherfucker 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 motherfuckin' rhymes Fuck the dumb shitGeorge Clinton f/ Digital Underground - Rhythm and Rhyme - http://motolyrics.com/george-clinton-f-digital-underground/rhythm-and-rhyme-lyrics.html