Rhythm & Circumstance Featuring History and J-Emz

10. Rhythm and Circumstance (Jimmy Carter) Yo, yo! What up?! We here son! Every Sunday son! Ya’ll didn’t even fucking know man! Peace what up?! We here son! What we got for them God? Speak on it please! PLEASE! (Maxx 39) Yo truthfully Imma’ do me son Jesus Christ! Let the Gods get something, peace Aye yo! Divisions of precession, I bang hardwood like Cousy The world can just amuse me, my momma don't wanna lose me Truthfully imma’ do me till I’m too free from the art form Make the heart warm, start the dark storms upon the industry Dudes ain’t fucking with our group of expertise Young assassins on the mic, young Kanye on the beats Ripping the papers in half, skipping the haters and dash Spitting vapor and laugh on idiot players with cash Scars mark my 1st comings like a teen virgin Driven dreams I’m in between merging, make the dream certain I'll kill a beat from H. Illa on a Wednesday, then take a nap While you on your Mac, looking for bitches to make it clap I’m in here creating raps, not an Emcee, I just rhyme a lot Climb to tops when the shine is hot; make sure it’s mine and not yours The world was giving to me by Tony And Tommy was my homie, used to blow trees and sell Oz’s I wrote deep; made girls want to deep throat and blow me If only the lonely eyes could scope me through my broke sneaks I tote the peace, promote and elope to beats of life It’s Rhythm and Circumstance: the story that I, write…right? (Jay-Z Scratch) I’m from Bed-Stuy, killer with the flow KI-Ki-Ki-Killer with the flow KI-Ki-Ki-Killer with the flow (Talib Kweli Scratch) History HI-HI-History (History) Right Right Right Riiiiight, uh Riiiiight, uh, uh If it’s real that you want, then it’s real that you get I’m as real as it get. Since a little kid I told my niggas I ain’t going up to Boogie crib Now look where Boogie is, it kind of get me pissed To cee niggas that you knew tryna’ kill your ass Ain’t no love inside the hood, so where they feel us at? The gangs or the drugs? Are you Crip or you Blood? But they don’t give a fuck, fronting they gon’ roll you up Got to love money cause bitches to emotional If you don’t feel the same, then my niggas do not fuck with you Young and never comfortable, until I cee convertible Plus a hundred million and the bitch looking wonderful I prayed for that, uh I dream of that Luis would be proud man, I wish I had my brother back But Imma’ represent, going in until they call me back Up to the heavens #Art7 they can’t hold us back (History and Maxx 39) And If you want to ride, you got to get em’ high Henny tasting right, got me feeling nice And I’ve be on a mission, mission Really on a mission…mission And we be writing rhymes, and we be puffing lai And if you trying to hate upon us we are not the guys Because the Gods is on a mission, mission Peace family we on a mission…. Mission, Right, Right? (J-Emz) All you niggas is uniform, I’m a Black God I’m Arden, uniquely formed, you might want to gird your loins Cool, ready to be schooled I could be quite annoying to a hater; to tolerate cause I’m greater Than the average player, playing in this geometric make up Wake up before you can’t be awoken at your wake, uh I’m alive; wise men are made of light by the lives around me We bound to rise with creations beyond astounding I’m rounding up my niggas; we are an enigma You said you understand it all but I beg to differ You differ from a, easily described picture, we victors I’m a rap producer, director, I’ll probably shake up the Richter… Scale-with 808s and chromatic scales I’m feeling unable to be killed, Kevlar over the scales When it come to this rapping we bearing arms like hugging a grizzly But I’m bringing peace with them Rhythm and I’m killing your misery (Nas Scratch) The Boogie Down The Island of Staten The Boogie Down The Island of Staten (MOP and Big Punisher Scratch) BX! BK! (Lil Fame Scratch) 718! (MOP and Big Punisher Scratch) BX! BK! (History Scratch) #Art7! They can’t hold us back (Maxx 39) Your ego is that which is not you, but how other people, look at you. That isn’t knowledge. When you lack that positive power with a false sense of freedom, then you are lost. As immature beings we do things that are stupid and, 90% of the time those things that you do, aren’t even for you…they’re for others and that’s a false sense of showing and proving, it’s convincing and that hurts, the self Ahhhh Con yo! Get me the fuck out of ******