Awol One & Daddy Kev - Rhythm lyrics

But you can't beat the beat But you can't beat the beat You're a stupid s**er never done sh** from me Get in the car and I'm a drive till I'm outta gas Slow or fast Can't put me down no more I'm a mother f**ing creature of the wind You can't touch me You can't touch this Kiss my wing, kiss my knuckle, never! Scoop up chicks at the shows and take 'em Home and blow Money to spend Dream the impossible dreams Bloodstreams Seems as bulimic throw up throw up Tore up the floor up, floor up Smoking in the bathroom Getting kicked outta school Car like a trap of your screwy little varmet I'm a family walking through the district of Garments Downtown Los Angeles, the gates of heaven All the people, they just wanna have fun Stupid s**ers are so f**ing temporary Me and my crew, we're walking down the street But you can't beat the beat, the beat, the beat, the beat You put the tape in and turn the music up You hold on one of 'em, stick your finger up When I was a kid I never had any friends Was always the one start making some money Pen and paper, two pair gellin' In my diapers reeking days old Never too cool to take a request Mom it's all right to get sh** of my chest Music started in '74, Standing too close but I'm worlds away Touch the mic, it'll burn your fingers But I'm down instead of slingers Old and rusty, still brand new Always coming through with the shapes of your crew Girls they just wanna have fun with someone And find a man to support their kids People just wanna have fun All you s**ers are so f**ing temporary Me and my crew walking down the street You can't beat the beat, the beat, the beat, the beat The beat (x17) Oh how I hate that stupid look in your eyes Like you already know but you pretend to be surprised The way you go on, I don't know where to start The only sound that I hear is the beating of my heart What keeps me going is I love the way she does me I'm the wing child of the man on the mic Day outta nowhere, I'll fade away They try to understand me but they don't care Put up your ones, people say practice makes perfect, not worth it now Throw a bottle on the ground to make it sound, world renowned Rhythm to the rhythmless uh huh Shame to the shameless uh huh Money to the money-less uh huh And names to the nameless uh huh People, they just wanna have fun But all you s**ers are so f**ing temporary Me and my crew walking down the street But you can't beat the beat, the beat, the beat, the beat