Rhythm X

[Kool Keith] Well it's my time, chill out the rhyme as the whack unroll But I get nice, use the mic when I'm braggin bold I'm W mega, to the L to the S-O Kickin MC's in the face like Jim Kelly While Keith use the cold cuts in DJ's from the deli In a sandwich, cooked up, baked up and wrapped up Aluminum foil, MC's I gotta boil Bake, burn heat 'em, eat 'em, chop 'em beat 'em Down to the sound as it blows in your brain though I look at MC's, walk away and my brain blow A UFO object unidentified I'm takin your skull on a journey to another ride The aplha omega, but the X is live and But they can't see the swift style that I've been Effect on their stereo, with mega material Cap'n Crunch DJ, I mix 'em up like cereal Back in the format, and radio fess Rhythm X, back to flex, stamp X and break necks And eat up the Wheat Chex You know who I am? {*repeat: "Rhythm X, the X"*} [Interlude] Yo X this is Superior M The mad dog, Tim, TR Yo step to 'em again on that 74 degree angle [Kool Keith] I be the Rhythm X flower, stutter steppin to 'em Breakin the law the chain style connects One rhyme, maybe if one more time or two Rappers are whack for you and so will I laugh at you Ha ha ha ha ha, giggle giggle Hmmmmm, excuse me while I cough AHUH~! Then I break on MC's One at a time they'll send me 84 rappers Watch 'em go back and turn to 84 crappers Feet tappers, bitin fist snappers I stamp X above, the letter K But you can't see the alphabet in a better way The style arranger, super and flexible Connect a sector, with lyrics and metaphor Stackin a beat like a truck full of Wonder Bread Listen up close you'll hear the rhyme that thunder said I be the X, X for execution X'n 'em out with heavy rhyme confusion Pickin up styles to bake bombs I drop doe For whack MC's your toy albums'll plop doe But you got a nerve, comin bustin some other rhyme Young MC style, or maybe your brother rhymes Who wrote that shit for you? That ain't you, but see the X wanna know I get mad cause you lyrically can't flow You're like a toy, He-Man or G.I. Joe Wait a minute and stop it, hold it, chill Yo... you wanna get ill? Hey you with the glasses, hey you with the Kangol Hey you with the big head, hey you with the suit on Hey you with the panties, c'mere fish face When I'm on stage, play me like 3rd Bass You know who I am? {*repeat: "Rhythm X, the X"*}