"Rhythm And Rhyme" lyrics - GEORGE CLINTON

Therefore this rap rendition in tradition of competition
Mace the mother before the first emission
Gets to ascend the mountain
I sip the spout rhyming ad infinitum
I pee in the fountain then I claw, clutchin' the cliff
'Cause I got to get higher
I shall begin with a crazy evil grin
So evidently awesome both know something will occur
Deep and dreadful be constant careful
You get an earful of the fearful
The rhythm, the rhythm not based on material mind
More so along strong ethereal lines
Although torn from a brain remaining 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
Over chill mode, I load a lyric I 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 bounce and it's a take out
You're through, finished, quick yeah I said of that
And it takes just a few of my favourite breaks

Rhythm and rhyme
Rhythm and rhyme
Rhythm and motherfuckin' rhyme
Rhythm and rhyme
Rhythm and rhyme
Rhythm and motherfuckin' rhyme

Therefore this rap rendition in tradition of competition
Mace the mother before the first emission
Gets to ascend the mountain
I sip the spout rhyming 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 GC 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, tangled in your mic cord
Your mama would have been better in battle
Your boastin' is bogus, silly poses
Puttin' your pretty poetry packaged pathetically in front of me
I suppress I arrest the best of MC's 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 favourite breaks

Rhythm and rhyme
Rhythm and rhyme
Rhythm and motherfuckin' rhyme
Rhythm and rhyme
Rhythm and rhyme
Rhythm and motherfuckin' rhyme

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 relating the way that I saw them
Death by battle before the post mortem

I caught 'em 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 bull out of my face
I totally rap my reply, attackin' the guy
Who from this point on now is doomed to die
One thousand times
As I rewind the very line I used to slay him with
Guess I was born with a gift
The dumb got me to deal with

Rhythm and rhyme
Rhythm and rhyme
Rhythm and motherfuckin' rhyme
Rhythm and rhyme
Rhythm and rhyme
Rhythm and motherfuckin' rhyme

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, miced and patched through to disk
I snatched two 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 preparing, daring, 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 get up, it's gonna be you

And I'm your local gravedigger on a vocal hairpin trigger
And 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 I've done that
Sensing seconds too late, you got room for improvement
You wanna stop and drop, go over the top
You bop and strain your voice, haha got no choice
Come back one more time and try to win against the veteran
The better than many, than plenty, than any
You
Here's the cemetery where they line up all the graves
Of those that tried that, 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 cannot 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 something really too clever right there
Off the top of my head, they take it and tape it
Before I can say this 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 with the next verse

Rhythm and rhyme
Rhythm and rhyme
Rhythm and motherfuckin' rhyme
Rhythm and rhyme
Rhythm and rhyme
Rhythm and motherfuckin' rhyme

Therefore this rap rendition in tradition of competition
Mace the mother before the first emission
Gets to ascend the mountain
I sip the spout rhyming 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 GC 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, tangled in your mic cord
Your mama would have been better in battle
Your boastin' is bogus, silly poses
Puttin' your pretty poetry packaged pathetically in front of me
I suppress I arrest the best of MC's 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 favourite breaks

Rhythm and rhyme
Rhythm and rhyme
Rhythm and motherfuckin' rhyme
Rhythm and rhyme
Rhythm and rhyme
Rhythm and motherfuckin' rhyme