Mind GamZ - Rhythm

(Original Song)
* 3rd song off of my album "The Flow State"
* Beats and instrumentals respectively owned by "Jazz Liberatorz" (Song: Blue Avenue *2009)
* Sorry guys for the wait for a new track. My life's been very convoluted, so it's better I take my time on songs rather than rush them. Stay tuned for more tracks later on!
Lyrics:
I got 1 song
I got 1 chance
I got 3 flops
So let’s advance
The beats the stuck (pause)
It’s running like a record player’
But the layers’
They fighting like they making prayers’
That’s what I do
At first ain’t got a clue
Composing poets throwing random thoughts
With the glue
That’s Rhythm baby
Through and through
Listen up, not dissin’ otha’ brothas
That ain’t true
In the 80’s rapping a-attracted ladies
And Mercedes cruising high, no limit - great ease
In the 90’s rapping spoke from the heart
Not forgot, something that this generation lost
But what stood against time were the rhythm and rhymes
Cultivatin', activitin' precious wordings of time
The type that’ll make ya think, let ya sink in the moment of prime
So ima pass a drink after ya take all-a this in
Huh? Thought I was done?
Wouldn’t be any fun if I thought-a end this song at verse one
It just begun, got my pen n pad, mixing up concoctions just like breaking-in bad
Writin every verse with contemplation, making my marks downtown, I dont need-a salutation, got no destination, no explanation, just imagination

Let’s take it back
(Slowed section)
Take it slow
Know that I don’t rap for show
You never know, unpredictable is my name
Erratic flows won’t stay the same
Punches are the only thing i throw
So watch for the blow
(Slowed section end)
Verse 3
I’m a sailor lost at sea
Looking for new ways to see
The all-seeing, no green-seeking
Rap machine
I’m a king
Ima find
Ima rule
Ima try be nice but keep my cool
Until I’m cruel
Gotta switch-up
Ima go
I’m a dual-rapping-a-bot
I’m never lackin-a lot
Gotta 9 in my pocket
Just joking; ima drop it
But that’s the truth of it all
Seeing the rap ability stall -
Just to make profit
90s ran the stuff
Leavin’ new rap to crawl
Let’s appreciate the roots -
Alleviate all disputes
Y’all just watch for the next rival
But never see what’s deep within
Like mob like survival, of the fittest that is
It’s engraved in ya skin
Let’s make rap the richest, where it all began
Look all I’m saying is we gotta relive real rap, rhythm, and rhyme
Not just trap that ain’t standing the test of time
Stay away from crime, let’s make rap like we in the new prime
It’s rhythm baby
It’s rhythm baby
It’s rhythm baby
I said it’s rhythm baby
~Ending~
Shout out to “Jazz Liberatorz” for the beats
For real we setting people free with this heat
We out y’all - peace

[@0je14l3q8OnScratch]

Nice!

[@unpredictable468]

Thanks!