Givin' Em Rhythm

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Now mind and body and soul make for
A true soul brother that's able to make more
Rhymes than the others that claim to be MCs
But they all sound the same to me

They're lackin' and leakin' words and speakin'
Blurs and slurs and it irks my nerves
I've had it, I can't take no more of the madness

I can't wait no more for the dumb shit
Yo, you gotta come with some lyrics
But not that garbage 'cause I don't wanna hear it
Rhythm is a trait and an element relevant
To givin' your rhymes some weight and development
But if you don't have it, that can pose as a problem

'Cause that's what it takes to get the job done
So take note as I quote the rhymes I wrote
And with a flex of my throat, I'm givin' 'em rhythm

The rhythm
Gotta check out

The rhythm
Yes
The rhythm
Gotta check out
The rhythm
Yes
The rhythm
Gotta check out

The rhythm
Yes
The rhythm
Gotta check out

I've got too much soul for one man to hold
And much too much rhythm, so I'm givin' it up

One time for your mind
And I'm livin' it up 'cause I'm rich in rhyme
So listen with an open ear
When's the last time you heard a rhyme this dope and clear
And understood and that good that it makes you wonder
Would it be wise to try to get next to a giant?
But you can't if you rhyme small-time
'Cause like a record day in the summer
I'm at an all-time high and I try to continue goin' up
So grow up and step to me when you think you know enough

That you can even wish you could fit in my shoes
'Cause like B.B. King, I'm givin' rappers the blues

But I don't sing, so I choose to MC
And make them see how good a rapper can be
Or how smooth one could flow, fast or slow
How hype is the show, how high can I go?
Yo, the sky's the limit, I don't need a gimmick
Stick to straight lyrics, but then again it's
The drum beat, check the funky rhyme and it makes it complete
People know it's mine and they get excited
'Cause they know what's comin'
They know I'm hummin' a rhyme to a drum and I'm givin' 'em

Rhythm
Rhythm
Fresh funky rhythm
Rhythm
Rhythm
Fresh funky rhythm

I speak with technique, that's why I stand out
Standin' pen in hand and the rhyme's well planned out

I can't come humdrum like some bum off the streets
I don't rhyme offbeat, but in sync
Like a link on a chain and I gain and I build
'Cause I'm filled with rhymes in my brain
And my main concern is steady improvement
Crowd movement is easy to do when
You got rhythm, it comes automatic
And if you wanna get it, get with me 'cause I have it

And since I know you need it, I won't flaunt it
I'm the type of brother that'll put you up on it
So peep this, check it, I couldn't keep this
Record a secret, nah, I wouldn't do that
'Cause that ain't how I'm livin', but it's true that
Rhythm is what I'm givin' with

No holds barred and it's odd to some why

Good rappers these days are hard to come by
Some try, but they can't cut it
'Cause they don't have what it takes or what makes

Rhythm come alive, some will strive to do it
But you gotta be live to do it, I've been through it

Rhyme after rhyme, time after time and time again
'Til no more ink's in my pen

But that ain't the end
I pull out the fresh Bic and get back in the flow
Keep addin' to the rhymes and watchin' 'em grow
So keep up, if you're slow, you blow
Those who slept got left, but Def Jef kept the others in step
With rhythm

The rhythm
Gotta check out
The rhythm

I be givin' 'em rhythm
Yes
The rhythm
Gotta check out
The rhythm
Rhythm
Yes
The rhythm
Gotta check out
The rhythm

I be givin' 'em
Yes
The rhythm
Gotta check out

The rhythm