The Rhythm
Ladies and gentlemen
The Kit-Kat Club is proud to present
Something new, something different
So would you please ase give a warm welcome for
The Rhythm
Well I came here for something funky to happen
Is this Christmas? 'Cause everybody's rappin'
Prepare to get sparked by the song that I sing
No my name ain't Martin Luther, but I'm considered the king
Yo, my beats pump by the mic I clamp
I don't need an amplifier, my brain is the amp
I got the beats to make you tingle, makes your body mingle
Like you got the fever for the flavor of a Pringle
Weak? I say not so, I'm just like Picasso
A pioneer, I am here, ask me how I got so fly
And this answer I can give 'em
A New Beginning, Stevie-O, and my dope rhythm
I felt the Lord master give a mental harm
My sole chief belief is that of Islam
My beats pump, so let it grab ya
I got a trick, but my name ain't Ali-Baba
So open Sesame, neva' heard the best of me
Bet'cha all the people in the place that betted, the rest'll see
There is a New Beginning, my name Kwame
And if you didn't know I could tell you that I'm a
Mellow cool brotha', slicker than oil
Rap get so hot it makes the spit boil
The Rhythm
Not the average rapper, the K is more
Rhymes like the thunderbolts of the mighty Thor
Be gone wit' yourself, 'cause I can conquer boy
I break MCs, like a Tonka toy
Smooth, suave, savoir faire, debonair
Come in the party, yeah I seen you stop and stare
To hear the man, who only had yo hand shook
You dress GQ, to me you got The Jordache Look
'Cause I'm the mystical, that's partly physical
Asked about Kwame, hey, they say he is a cool fella
He's always mellow, he's neva high-strung
Spark, when the mic is near him
It's cleva I run
Smooth like Moet, recite just like a poet
Ain't my rhymes slam? Oh man I know it
'Cause when I'm on the mic wild boys say oh golly
Slip, on my tip, like the hip on Polygrip
I go cameo, be on the Grammy show
I be as sleek as a sheik, I'll freak any hoe
In the panty hose, pumping clothes
Yo my rhymes slam?, well I suppose cause
I'm might meander, mmm, throw a shenanigan
To say a fresh rhyme, yo, you know I can again
Cuz I destroy, bust 'em like a hemorrhoid
Strong like a steroid, avoid the Noid
The Rhythm
The black can take a rap the M-A-X
And as I step in the party, that's when they ask
For me to get on strong, no fear, like a gladiator
Turn on, steam up, MCs like a radiator
Play 'em all out, executioner style
Speak my peace, just release, refusing to smile
This is serious, though I rap a little humor
But still, MCs, I hear, assume I
Could never bust a fat rap twice, but at that price
On any mic you gave me, I got nice
I push up, pull up, sit up, get up, I'm fed up
Shut ya lip up, and let's go head up
Poisonous as venom, no mistakes in 'em
Gucci on silk, you got Vasco on denim
No my name ain't Taco, Emilio, or Paco
I'm Kwame boy, and I got yo'
Chick on the side, 'cause she sweatin' my tip
Gave a peck, on the neck, just to wetten my lip
I don't drop my pants, for no Raggedy Anns
Just to pass up a chance, on a kid's romance
Now should I blown this mic?, like I said I might
Got the force of 20 men like a Jedi knight
And, it's kinda hard for me not to do it slow, so
I gotta go
The Rhythm
The Kit-Kat Club is proud to present
Something new, something different
So would you please ase give a warm welcome for
The Rhythm
Well I came here for something funky to happen
Is this Christmas? 'Cause everybody's rappin'
Prepare to get sparked by the song that I sing
No my name ain't Martin Luther, but I'm considered the king
Yo, my beats pump by the mic I clamp
I don't need an amplifier, my brain is the amp
I got the beats to make you tingle, makes your body mingle
Like you got the fever for the flavor of a Pringle
Weak? I say not so, I'm just like Picasso
A pioneer, I am here, ask me how I got so fly
And this answer I can give 'em
A New Beginning, Stevie-O, and my dope rhythm
I felt the Lord master give a mental harm
My sole chief belief is that of Islam
My beats pump, so let it grab ya
I got a trick, but my name ain't Ali-Baba
So open Sesame, neva' heard the best of me
Bet'cha all the people in the place that betted, the rest'll see
There is a New Beginning, my name Kwame
And if you didn't know I could tell you that I'm a
Mellow cool brotha', slicker than oil
Rap get so hot it makes the spit boil
The Rhythm
Not the average rapper, the K is more
Rhymes like the thunderbolts of the mighty Thor
Be gone wit' yourself, 'cause I can conquer boy
I break MCs, like a Tonka toy
Smooth, suave, savoir faire, debonair
Come in the party, yeah I seen you stop and stare
To hear the man, who only had yo hand shook
You dress GQ, to me you got The Jordache Look
'Cause I'm the mystical, that's partly physical
Asked about Kwame, hey, they say he is a cool fella
He's always mellow, he's neva high-strung
Spark, when the mic is near him
It's cleva I run
Smooth like Moet, recite just like a poet
Ain't my rhymes slam? Oh man I know it
'Cause when I'm on the mic wild boys say oh golly
Slip, on my tip, like the hip on Polygrip
I go cameo, be on the Grammy show
I be as sleek as a sheik, I'll freak any hoe
In the panty hose, pumping clothes
Yo my rhymes slam?, well I suppose cause
I'm might meander, mmm, throw a shenanigan
To say a fresh rhyme, yo, you know I can again
Cuz I destroy, bust 'em like a hemorrhoid
Strong like a steroid, avoid the Noid
The Rhythm
The black can take a rap the M-A-X
And as I step in the party, that's when they ask
For me to get on strong, no fear, like a gladiator
Turn on, steam up, MCs like a radiator
Play 'em all out, executioner style
Speak my peace, just release, refusing to smile
This is serious, though I rap a little humor
But still, MCs, I hear, assume I
Could never bust a fat rap twice, but at that price
On any mic you gave me, I got nice
I push up, pull up, sit up, get up, I'm fed up
Shut ya lip up, and let's go head up
Poisonous as venom, no mistakes in 'em
Gucci on silk, you got Vasco on denim
No my name ain't Taco, Emilio, or Paco
I'm Kwame boy, and I got yo'
Chick on the side, 'cause she sweatin' my tip
Gave a peck, on the neck, just to wetten my lip
I don't drop my pants, for no Raggedy Anns
Just to pass up a chance, on a kid's romance
Now should I blown this mic?, like I said I might
Got the force of 20 men like a Jedi knight
And, it's kinda hard for me not to do it slow, so
I gotta go
The Rhythm
Credits
Writer(s): Kwame B. Holland
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