Not Your Ordinary - Rhythm Revolution - Polyrhythm Addicts

After all, these years

I core finally came through

Now I got it, what?

The power

It’s like kinetic

I just sit back and let it

Flower up

And bouquet for all those dead

Sick in the head mother

Ow yeah, touche

Un garde, here you are

It’s a lyrical scar for you

It’s like a lick on tattoo

It’s gas cause your raps pass initiation

Don’t front

Whichever which way you facing

I see you, it fits you, like a brand new

Mitsu-bishi, like you’re assorted

Mixed up, wishy washy, whoopsy daisy

Topsy turvy, I got your goggles glossy

to rhyme will make you say, «Oh shit, I lose it.»

That’s how I does my music

No wack rhymes make it through

I got a fresh phrase filter

So check out what I’m gonna do for you, my man

If you wanna be an MC, crazy nice with no flaws

Three payments of $ 19.99 it could be yours

C’mon you can’t beat it, them is crackhead prices

With Complex inflation faced with the crisis

See I could be a creature of whim

But for some strange reason I just don’t sound like them

I’m so nice I get mad

It’s a crucial situation when you pen me with the pad

Hold up, freeze

See these are not your ordinary three MC’s

You catch a brain freeze

Hold your main squeeze

This is not a tease

Please, believe, these are not your ordinary three MC’s

These are not your ordinary three MC’s

This is not a tease

Hold your main squeeze

You catch a brain freeze

See these are not your ordinary three MC’s

Can’t recall toward the misty morn'

In the midst of calm, atmosphere quite warm

Glistening from steam

Perceive active energy from radio beams

Now sense is unusually keen

All seem norm as I peep the scene

Initiated exercises in breathing

To keep spiritually clean

Pass through the realm of well

Sad settled nestled in the crater of supreme

Clearance of interference is an e-fficient machine

The league

Are sailing in this monopoly partially cause I never copy

Who want this hot property?

Can only, cop it from me

Dead silly fantasies and outdated dreams

Must make immediate goals succeed

Believe it constantly need achievement

My core comes frequent

Master of redefining my meaning

Mistress of mysterious sequence

The mortal plane is my residence

But we got to overcome it

Multiply in size, instantly rise and hover above it

Some got game, some got lyrics to back they name

Some got fame, some got cash, it’s all the same

Some got locked, some got they spot taken over

Some got blacked out, lights out, party over

Some got a job, some got to hustle and steal and rob

Some rocks they real hair, fingernails and eyes

Who got something to say?

Step up and speak your mind

Cause I’ma speak mine, blow the spot one time

Throw your palms up, reach for the sky

Clutch a cloud, bring it down

Throw in your swerve kid, work your ground

Ferris Wheel style, still holding it down

Nothing changed but nickles and dimes I bust mine

We blend, come taste it laced like daiquiri’s

Actually, we raise the stakes constantly

You gambling, when you mic handling against we

Three the hard way, get diced by wordplay