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 bass

The bass 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