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Sudden Death - Rhyme Master lyrics
We started, fell apart, then we started it again 
'Cause my heart was still alive so I strived to comprehend 
Why the songs seemed to die, before long the dream complied 
So I tried and I chose, and I rose like the tide 
Long days and nights I put up a strong fight 
Second sight all along made the song come out right 
I varied my style, being wild was my game 
My songs never sound the same, always by the clever name 
Who's got the juice to try to fit inside my shoes? 
Who are you to spit the shit about the kid who's on the loose? 
Go ahead, what I said is that the rest are all dead 
Who's the best? Screw the rest, off my chest and in my head 
Strange, I'll never change, I'm irreversibly deranged 
In the place the pace races in the bass cleff range 
Every night the rhymes I write cause a lightning bolt disaster 
That's the fight of being titled as a funky rhyme master 
From the Dead Town I said I get ahead with my sound 
It's red, are you blind or just stupid as a clown 
Be warned I act calm, but like a bomb or a storm 
I destroy all their toys so the suckers can't form 
If you tore me out before I hit it big with the hook 
Then you're chum I won't become, I'm not as dumb as I look 
But I will still chill with the skill that's gonna kill 
And I build my own guild by givin' people a thrill 
Stop where you are because my car'll plow you over 
Never stuck because my luck is like a four-leaf clover 
Addicted to the habit of the rhyme I gotta have it 
Don't grab it 'cause you can't have it back, silly rabbit 
Everybody's loud in the crowd at the jam 
People bowed all around because I'm proud of who I am 
The next verse will be terse, but said a little faster 
I kick a little quick 'cause I'm a funky rhyme master 
Kick the mechanics of rhythm so I always had people 
Smilin' before they came in 
The idiot thought he could kick it with me 
But I told him back off, 'cause he couldn't win 
Rappin' like this is a talent I have that I 
Use for the pleasure of all of my friends 
The posse is large I'm the one that's in charge 
And I keep the place jumpin' on through to the end Sudden Death - Rhyme Master - http://motolyrics.com/sudden-death/rhyme-master-lyrics.html
No one's exactly like me so I do what I do like it is 
'cause I am who I am 
Imitate me and they laugh at the punk and they 
Kick him off stage at the musical jam 
Suckers who try to keep me off the records all 
Think that I am such a musical bastard 
Think what you want, I know what I am 
I'm funkier now, I'm a lyrical master 
So did you like what I did with the mic? Now I'm psyched 
Tore the lid off the kid who denied it that he liked 
How I stole the show, with my magical control 
Of the room with my sonic bass boom in my soul 
Bass is the case that controls the rat race 
Of the industry that makes us deface the whole place 
Like a monster on the prowl the bassline is gonna growl 
People howl like an owl, I'll never throw in the towel 
What's the magic word, now it's totally absurd 
A nut didn't like my cut so he flipped me the bird 
If you missed how I dissed the sucker let me just say 
That he remained in pain for the remainder of the day 
Now I'm on top I won't stop till I drop 
But I have to 'cause I'm after this dude who called the cops 
And when I catch him, you betcha that his face is mince meat 
'Cause the dude was so rude to try to stop the beat 
Chillin' on a roll I fly right through the toll 
I stole your soul with my lyrical control 
So if you don't wish to end up like a stiff 
Keep a stiff upper lip and then skip the riff 
Big shot is what you gotta think you are 
Face the facts you're just wack you're never gonna go far 
You're gonna lose 'cause you choose to take a cruise for a bruise 
And you refuse to pay respect so you're gonna pay your dues 
Trust me, you're busted, you're rotten through and rusted 
You're loud, you act proud, and the crowd'll leave you dusted 
It's people like you that give the biz a bad name 
You think you're cool when you make your own rules to the game 
Devo Spice rocks the mic, cold as ice, every night 
Sudden Death backs me up so I cut it up right 
My bassline attacks and always cracks the plaster 
What else can I say? I'm a funky rhyme master









