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gunnar mckell (zenone & the fire gang/the numbs) - rhyme to the rhythm lyrics

[intro]

[verse 1: gunnar mckell]
feelin’ irie
but sufferin’ because of my hip-hop lifestyle with no road to recovery
music’s like a mother to me
i feel at home every time i throw on some headphones, or
maybe like a brother to me
cause when i’m in a tight squeeze, i’m findin’ peace when i release my mind
and i’m writin’ these
some of the time
the only reason that i do it is for pure soul recovery
easin’ my mind in one of those situations where i’m lettin’ fear stroll in my mind
and so i go into a place with no dimension or time, and then
astro and jet myself into a divine realm
works every time, but when i let it go
rhyme to the rhythm, the rhythm to the rhyme
rhyme to the rhythm, the rhythm to the rhyme
rhyme to the rhythm, the rhythm to the rhyme

[verse 2: gunnar mckell]
slippin’ in and out of paradise, flippin’ through the channels of life
it’s all nice, everything is alright
and then an obstacle appears in my sight tryin’ to frighten me
but i deliver the goods with fury and might, mind-heightening
then my spirit will take flight, hear it or not, fear it or not, it’s quite enligh-te-ning
i’m like ligh-te-ning on the mic, with fire bolts shooting outta my soul into your light, now
everybody get in the circle and bust flows ’til your voices give out
just like a tire from firestone-
red is the color that my eyes get
when i take a bowl to the dome, the full-blown fire hydrant
to each and his own, but i admire when
someone grabs the mic and takes up total control
and that’s what i’ll be striving for when i open the door
into another dimension of rap
hardcore
bridgin’ the gap
as good as it gets, and beyond that, i don’t hold back
i hold mics with cords attached

[hook x2: gunnar mckell]
(rhyme to the rhythm, the rhythm to the rhyme)
now i go inside myself
(rhyme to the rhythm, the rhythm to the rhyme)
while i take care of my spiritual health
(rhyme to the rhythm, the rhythm to the rhyme)
then i can tell all’s well when i let it go
rhyme to the rhythm, the rhythm to the rhyme

[verse 3: gunnar mckell]
you know it’s bad when
breakfast is a “j” to the dome
a bowl of cereal
barely enough to get your -ss full
you know what’s really bad?
dj’s
claimin’ they got soul
but yo the needle’s jumpin’ around just like a rodeo bowl
and what else?
i like rappin’ and so
i’ll enter a track in the flesh
to make it visual
for your inner-consciousness
maybe i can take a trip inside of your
spiritual-
mind and find myself inside a prism of individual realisms
travellin’ up and down on your spinal chord
make a detour into the core of your soul
show that you and i are made up of the same materials
mission abort
and now i’m back in my body and, oh yeah, thanks for bein’ a good sport
i’m holdin’ down the fort, my own option is
to rock it like every day’s the apocalypse
and chop it up just like a double-bladed sword with a detachable fist
to attach verbal clips into the gat that i rap with
just another hit
blunt to the dome and i don’t miss
it’s the real-spoken every time i’m chokin’ the slogans out of the throats of all these phony terrorists
just, yo, know that when i’m throwin’ down the hearts of these cowards like hulk hogan it’s imperative
i’m sharing this with the earth, for what it’s worth, it’s just a matter of time for mankind
either to get together or form apart in due time, so
rhyme to the rhythm, the rhythm to the rhyme
rhyme to the rhythm, the rhythm to the rhyme

rhyme to the rhythm, the rhythm to the rhyme
rhyme to the rhythm, the rhythm to the rhyme

- gunnar mckell zenone the fire gangthe numbs lyrics

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