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the rhythm - bās blasta lyrics

[chorus]
the rhythm, the the the rhythm
make you co-operate with the rhythm
(repeat x4)

[godfather don]
my mind is cloudy, n-gg- i wanna get rowdy
that’s how we do sh-t, a few clips and then we outtie
give me some room to get verbal and in vulgar
i got you thumpin’ something like a hole in ya molar
your pain is inflicted with sh-ts from my scripts kick
i got you open, you peeps are scoping where my d-ck sits
all in ya knows why you pose like a f-ggot
it’s like i sh-t it, the father did it, go ahead and grab it
still on my tip for the technical fast flow
there ain’t no cash, so, stay the f-ck out my -ss hole
towards is the last song, so blessed on, with teflon
with meth on my mind got left, sh-t, a fly couldn’t catch on

[juju]
f-ck keepin’ it real, i ain’t jokin’
you b-tch–ss n-gg-s act hard and they still get their sh-t broken
wilding is risky but it’s fun
i’m on some ol’ cowboy sh-t, give me some whiskey and a f-cking gun
you watching n-gg-s set it off son
i’ll have all you n-gg-s running like girls when i let off one
a little n-gg- going far, yo you know i’m a star
i got your wife, kid, sitting in my f-cking car
let them n-gg-s try and curse mine
i heard n-gg-s liked they comin’ through the island for the first time
junkyard will represent, no doubt, 3cf mob, f-ck the world and i’m out

[chorus]

[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 my f-ck
with these cornball 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 sewage
huh, brothers think they got my flow figured
but you can have a afro and slacks that don’t mean you got soul n-gg-
stand back, don’t try to keep close
it’s the funky man, lord finesse straight from the east coast
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 n-gg-?’
f-ck around you’ll get your -ss fried this ain’t pharcyde
i’m not someone n-gg- that you could p-ss by
come on, you’re rolling with a paid star
i keep my money in rolls just like my motherf-cking braids are
no doubt, i got clout
i’m gonna say peace adios one love
yo, i’m out

[fat joe]
yeah, here comes the night time stalker
who’s swelling n-gg-s’ lips fatter than jimmy walker
the freestyler, n-gg- disquala
f-ck a b-tch, you know i’m all about making dollars
fat joe, you know i been here before
rap extraordinaire, always kicking sh-t raw
motherf-ckers know the flow is tight
bagging hoes like the puerto rican dolomite
man listen, there’s no compet-tion
‘joe taking an l?’
look n-gg- keep wishing
fat joe and you know how we do
peace to big ed, and my n-gg- juju
word

[chorus]

[bas blasta]
come fo’ rough with the rhyme crew fresh
bas blasta words penetrate through flesh
why not pay dues to earn props
you soundin’ like my n-gg-
i’m not gonna pay i’m not
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 compet-tor
get iller than the bloodspiller wild like predator
straight to your brain is where i aim
when i start to inflict pain you will never be able to maintain
insane with my m-n-script
rappers can’t get with the way i’m kicking it
i can’t stand a hypocrite
who lies and tries to claim styles
he fails to rise with the mentality of a child
bas got mad rhymes the party bounces
i need a notebook that weighs forty ounces

[chorus]

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