Nesian Mystik - Rhythm lyrics

Keep time with the rhythm We rhyme over rhythm Recite revolutionary type vision Enough for the mental prisons We endevour for melodic living So keep your mind on the rhythm Spread it smooth on my page like a brush I'll illistate your mind like paint without placing a touch Keep it to a constant beat for those who fuss even to a bumpin beat so those can bust Even to them riders bumpin out them trunks to all them low keys getting pleased off that funky stuff We doing this anyhow anyway jamming it more louder every time and every day My life don't end if these records don't spin We're the new school of Nesians we're known as fresh men A.k.a safe investment, home is best when We're supporting our own, cause their quality tested I keep time with the rhythm for those that never none When ever we riding the beat, you calling shotgun Formidable stanza's, eloquence enhances Charismatically candid You know how we handle it Got a continuos flow smooth like a dialtone Some call it a gift I call it a Milestone Ain't never heard me spit in a mild like tone Untouchable when I'm in my zone You will never know cause I'm guile when I roam It ain't bout what you heard it's what you've been told With every rhythm I rhyme I spit rhythm in rhyme Don't lose the rhythm Keep the rhythm when I rhyme Give me a moment as I dust it off as I only take a second as I shift my attention just to serve another lesson As I stroll with bounce roll with the flow loose my sence on an once rhythm takes control So keep time with the rhythm cause you already been told got the same to deliver like SABRE n OLD So keep time with the rhythm cause the rhythm is the ba** The ba** is the treble the treble tremors up the place Concentration Keep the rhythm Concentration Keep the rhythm I flown the global cipher with the mic in hand As Mos Def defined I'm the travelling man The system could never be able to comprehend The life of a musician ain't driven like vision I pen Living on the edge of the beat where the baseline sits They say pay my dues, but first who gona pay my rent? These words are testimony of my life lived And the score of dreams after realising what the price is Rhythm and I go together like apple and pie Whenever I spit, ignite mics to feed the fire So feel the burn of the heat before the flame expires A simple drumbeat is all that I require Got rhythm, got a beat now I'm ready to go Ain't got a clue son Old let em know With every rhythm that's rhymed We spit rhythm in rhyme You didn't lose the rhythm kept the rhythm when we rhymed