Rhyme Master

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