paroles de chanson The Rhythm - 2 Mello

Welcome your new alpha and omega
On my worst behavior with the finest style and flavor
Face saver, rule-maker, soothsayer and bone breaker
Paper chaser, my fruits of labor always make you catch the vapors
So listen now and think later
I spit ink to fill your blank slate up
You bound to blink as I shake your face up
Can't escape to places that you made up
You a played-out play-doh fake that I can play up
Villains beware
I'm spinnin round in my chair 180 in here
Rhythmic tear making it clear
The terror ain't puttin on airs
I'm running careers
Stun starlets with the sun in my stare
Truth or dare
I'm the pilgrimage to black roses
Strange shapes that make you lose focus
Shadow lingering beside your locus
Spittin sigils to make you wiggle
Tracks go plat and make-a-lots
Then give it all back to the little
Hear it but don't believe it like Cassandra
Pleading with me to have some sympathy for you goners
But me lookin at you, I can't see that much that's in common
I suggest you should keep your honor and your whining
We talking bout some real good futures
If I can make you believe the nicest cop will still shoot ya
Nicest block will still loot ya shiny stock
Takin it off the top the jump off
Disturb your cash flow, your sum's off
That somebody been fucking with my check face
Your anger is misplaced
Your angle is misjudged
You think it was just us
But it was your mistake
You just better trust us
You're already so late
Accept the fate
The scream, the rhythm, the break
The speaker, the shake, your life, the shape
I mold, I take, you wait
I create the race and the stakes
Vibrate and thrum, the top and the side of the drum
I build, you come, relate, and hum
You play, and stay, and learn, and stray
Attack, decay, release, and make your escape
1 to the 2 to the 3
Bring the rhythm to me