Chill Rob G - Ride The Rhythm Lyrics
Here's a prognotion, stop the commotion, I'll have my dose inWe cruising, the beat and bruising, you need coaxingFluid as I do it, the motion is similar to the oceanBringing waves of emotionThis feeling, that I'm dealing, is so appealingIt's shocking, look how I got you rocking and reelingMy ripple and rhythm is reminicent of a river when it's pouringThe King is reigning, I'm pouringThis music, yeah he can use it, but don't abuse itMove it, you said you were a dancer, prove itI was full of powerful percussion get you rushing on lineWhen it's 45 King timeMaster of the Game, marks his fame, Mark's his nameThe 45 King is the self sameMan who made the music that matched with the lessonWhen I said "Court is in Session"Feel it, ride the rhythmRhythms, I can get paid just for riding 'emSuckers seem to be afraid cause I'm sliding 'emRiding 'em, cold dividing 'em when I cut 'em upHit 'em with speed, they don't know who, why, when, where, whatWord is weird when your song is wrongOn the strength, I go the length, cause I'm long and strongFreedom of choice lets me greet 'em with a forceful voiceSo they know, I ain't no oreoI'm solid, all the way through, what's up with you?My cup runneth over, here's a drop or twoRob is a roller, a writer, a schoolerAnd when it comes to gold then I'm a jewlerFeel it, ride the rhythmMy rhyme collection's under protection so now I'm flexingWe ruling, that's how we cooling, and how we plexingWhat'll we do next, you'll probably never guessFlavor Unit MC's are the cleverestI'm sleek, think on my feet, rock to a beatIn my brain, I'm not insane, and never weakWhen you're read to rock to raw rhythms, reach for my recordThis I perfected, and you can check itListen, I'm in position, to start dissingInstead I use my head to stay fedNever starving Mastercharging past the marginWhatever price you paid, it was a bargainFreedom is priceless, knowledge is twice thatThat goes for everybody, Latin, white, blackDepends on who you are and how you livingBut in the meantime, just ride the rhythmMuscleheads on a mission cold be wishing they be flippingThis passion, I'm not asking, I'm just whippingI'm real, and I'm the deal, so how you feel?You beg, borrow, or steal, you got appealStep off, get lost, or get tossedLike a salad, your rhymes has no valueAn invalid waste of breath, a taste of death is all that's leftWhen I get these rhymes off my chestIndeed, I have exceeded, what you expectedYou know that I'm dope, but can you accept it?There's no doubt about the clout that I rapTo make sure everything turns outPerfect, as close as we can work it, to perfectionFly girls, they give me an erectionPlexing, something that I do with the Flavor UBy the way, that's my family, tooFeel it, ride the rhythm
