Polyrhythm Addicts - Big Phat Boom

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Strong woman I am, one of three players
In a pyramid, position on a grid, wise
Like an Egyptian. Once again, here I am to claim
My crown, manifestly bound to orbit around
The outer limits, think of my cipher as infinite
Including everything in it, greet each day as
A new beginning, opportunity to be and think
Different, not comprehending members of the human
Race that neglect the facts staring them in the face
They choose not to elevate. I was born to
Illuminate tracks, added for the phatness of the boom
Attack like lightning striking static when I enter the room
«Polyrhythm addict with a big phat boom» — Sample from Q-Tip on A Tribe Called
Quest — «Rhythm (Devoted to the Art of Moving Butts)»
«You go on and on, on, and on»
«Say it»
«You go on and on, on, and on»
«Say it»
«You go on and on, on, and on»
«Say it»
Yeah, we take it to a higher plane, up there with the rain
Clouds and charter planes, up there with Venus
Jupiter, and Mercury, move free, nothing
Around to slow me down, see? (Can't hold me down) Float like a gypsy
Roam like a nomad, homes where I lay mine
State to state, plate to plate is how they play us
In the midst of chaos, we bring our vibe
Multiple rhythms, caught in the prism with lyricism
The rest get sizzled, throwed like beef gristle
Beats get chiseled (Chiseled), rhymes get sculpted (Sculpted)
Put it in their whip and they bump it ‘til the tape pop
Poly hip hop, get it together ‘fore our shit drop
«Polyrhythm addict with a big phat boom» — Sample from Q-Tip on A Tribe Called
Quest — «Rhythm (Devoted to the Art of Moving Butts)»
«You go on and on, on, and on»
«Say it»
«You go on and on, on, and on»
«Say it»
«You go on and on, on, and on»
«Say it»
This
Squad of emcees that come in threes like death
Now you need to save your freestyle, money, for the breath
I stop you where you shop, break you down where you buy your jewels
Make you look like fools in front of the people you front to
I confront you until you got six minutes of Doug E. Fresh
And hunt you and embrace you. It’s a waste the way you waste your money
The way you’ll waste your mind. You caught a facial
Now you’re reaching for your waistline, but your chances slim as
A crackhead’s body frame. I end your game, my pain
Expresses itself, bruises, dresses itself. Of course
Presence is felt as I swing around the uni-
-verse after verse to make you outburst
«Polyrhythm addict with a big phat boom» — Sample from Q-Tip on A Tribe Called
Quest — «Rhythm (Devoted to the Art of Moving Butts)»
«You go on and on, on, and on»
«Say it»
«You go on and on, on, and on»
«Say it»
«You go on and on, on, and on»
«Say it»