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Ride the Rhythm

Исполнитель: Chill Rob G.

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Never feeling insignificant, I can make a difference<br>You need an example, use this as a for instance<br>Put your mouth on pause, put your brain in gear<br>Alleyoops as a brass, raise your glass and cheer<br>As you get on your good foot, I hope that you never put<br>Your trust in unjust suckas who disgust<br>Ways of getting paid by criminal means<br>They`re having a sale on minimal dreams<br>Doomed to fail, they caught your tail<br>Your butt`s in jail, you gets no bail<br>The scale was tipped, but you ain`t little<br>There`s a rock and a hard place, you`re caught in the middle<br>Need a lawyer to litigate some legal dribble<br>Now you`re back on the streets like it ain`t no riddle<br>How ling will this last, you seem to love crime<br>Today you`re out here, tomorrow you do crime<br>Word is bond, armed your brain is you<br>Yo, the state is cold ready to prosecute<br>Oh you think you`re smarter, the system`s older<br>The ace has been dealt, you`re now the holder<br>The name is Chill Rob, there is a good God<br>My rep is not scarred, I won`t commit fraud<br>Can`t say I lied, there`s nothing to hide<br>I say with much pride "Court is Now in Session"<br><br>Friday night we out playing the corner<br>Not because we hoods, cause we wanna<br>No drugs being sold, we ain`t dirty<br>Polaroids in effect, watch the birdie<br>Turned around, heard the sounds of sirens<br>The boys, they collared me, asked me where I`d been<br>I told them that I was right here all night<br>Looking at each other they smiled and said "All right<br>You think you`re smart, you wanna be tough<br>Get your ass in the car, you`re coming with us"<br>I said "To where, for what? I ain`t guilty<br>My name is Rob G., you just can`t milk me"<br>Now I`m sitting in a courtroom all day<br>I claim I`m innocent but that`s what they all say<br>But to my brothers lined up in the hallway<br>Take in the type of price I might have to pay<br>And finally the crime held jails me<br>Seems I`m made to escape the daily<br>Routine I`m too clean you got nothing on me<br>Arrest that sucker for being so corny<br>I`ll run the truth, make it plain and simple<br>Got popped by big shots as big as a pimple<br>Snatch him off the street drop him in the can<br>Chain him like an animal, forget he`s a man<br>This might be a little off of some to eat<br>But this is food for thought that I speak<br>If you can`t stand the heat, I think you know the rest<br>This is live, not a test, court is in session<br><br>It`s a pity the way the city treats the poor<br>I got congressmen counsilmen, tell me what are they for<br>I write letters, or better, I even give them a call<br>But they kick back, cool out in my city hall<br>I pay the tax, they max, but they ain`t passing off<br>They try to beat me, they treat me like they think that I`m soft<br>Pure power, the hour is later than you think<br>While they`re sleeping I`m creeping because I`m on the brink<br>Of insanity, vanity keeps my hygene clean<br>Stop dissing, listen and you`ll know what I mean<br>It`s not mystery, history keeps repeating itself<br>I last longer, I`m stronger, my rhyme`s completing itself<br>I put the pen to the pad and let the words flow<br>I put the mic to my mouth to make your mind grow<br>So nighty nighty alrighty, I`m putting heads to bed<br>You sound tired you`re fired up over what I said<br>There`s no stopping I`m cold dropping you toy boys<br>No bull, I`m hitting you with the dope noise<br>Court is in session...

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