Nesian Mystik - Rhythm Lyrics

[Chorus:]
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
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[Verse:]
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

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[Verse:]
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

[Bridge:]
Concentration
Keep the rhythm
Concentration
Keep the rhythm

[Verse:]
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

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