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- Sudden Death - Rhyme Master Lyrics
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- We started, fell apart, then we started it again
- 'Cause my heart was still alive so I strived to comprehend
- Why the songs seemed to die, before long the dream complied
- So I tried and I chose, and I rose like the tide
- Long days and nights I put up a strong fight
- Second sight all along made the song come out right
- I varied my style, being wild was my game
- My songs never sound the same, always by the clever name
- Who's got the juice to try to fit inside my shoes?
- Who are you to spit the shit about the kid who's on the loose?
- Go ahead, what I said is that the rest are all dead
- Who's the best? Screw the rest, off my chest and in my head
- Strange, I'll never change, I'm irreversibly deranged
- In the place the pace races in the bass cleff range
- Every night the rhymes I write cause a lightning bolt disaster
- That's the fight of being titled as a funky rhyme master
- From the Dead Town I said I get ahead with my sound
- It's red, are you blind or just stupid as a clown
- Be warned I act calm, but like a bomb or a storm
- I destroy all their toys so the suckers can't form
- If you tore me out before I hit it big with the hook
- Then you're chum I won't become, I'm not as dumb as I look
- But I will still chill with the skill that's gonna kill
- And I build my own guild by givin' people a thrill
- Stop where you are because my car'll plow you over
- Never stuck because my luck is like a four-leaf clover
- Addicted to the habit of the rhyme I gotta have it
- Don't grab it 'cause you can't have it back, silly rabbit
- Everybody's loud in the crowd at the jam
- People bowed all around because I'm proud of who I am
- The next verse will be terse, but said a little faster
- I kick a little quick 'cause I'm a funky rhyme master
- Kick the mechanics of rhythm so I always had people
- smilin' before they came in
- The idiot thought he could kick it with me
- but I told him back off, 'cause he couldn't win
- Rappin' like this is a talent I have that I
- use for the pleasure of all of my friends
- The posse is large I'm the one that's in charge
- and I keep the place jumpin' on through to the end
- No one's exactly like me so I do what I do like it is
- 'cause I am who I am
- Imitate me and they laugh at the punk and they
- kick him off stage at the musical jam
- Suckers who try to keep me off the records all
- think that I am such a musical bastard
- Think what you want, I know what I am
- I'm funkier now, I'm a lyrical master
- So did you like what I did with the mic? Now I'm psyched
- Tore the lid off the kid who denied it that he liked
- How I stole the show, with my magical control
- Of the room with my sonic bass boom in my soul
- Bass is the case that controls the rat race
- Of the industry that makes us deface the whole place
- Like a monster on the prowl the bassline is gonna growl
- People howl like an owl, I'll never throw in the towel
- What's the magic word, now it's totally absurd
- A nut didn't like my cut so he flipped me the bird
- If you missed how I dissed the sucker let me just say
- That he remained in pain for the remainder of the day
- Now I'm on top I won't stop till I drop
- But I have to 'cause I'm after this dude who called the cops
- And when I catch him, you betcha that his face is mince meat
- 'Cause the dude was so rude to try to stop the beat
- Chillin' on a roll I fly right through the toll
- I stole your soul with my lyrical control
- So if you don't wish to end up like a stiff
- Keep a stiff upper lip and then skip the riff
- Big shot is what you gotta think you are
- Face the facts you're just wack you're never gonna go far
- You're gonna lose 'cause you choose to take a cruise for a bruise
- And you refuse to pay respect so you're gonna pay your dues
- Trust me, you're busted, you're rotten through and rusted
- You're loud, you act proud, and the crowd'll leave you dusted
- It's people like you that give the biz a bad name
- You think you're cool when you make your own rules to the game
- Devo Spice rocks the mic, cold as ice, every night
- Sudden Death backs me up so I cut it up right
- My bassline attacks and always cracks the plaster
- What else can I say? I'm a funky rhyme master
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