Not Your Ordinary: The Sequel (Rhythm Revolution)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Shabaam Sahdeeq] Verse? This is the universe's, leaving 'em open like Stolen wallets and purses, word perfect, rhyme circuit Off-the-hook like slabs of meat at the butcher, pressure Cooker push you in the flame—who's to blame for this? Slang? Banging it, unlimited styles and arrangements Dirt road pavement, trailblazing. Watch your mouth Or watch your nugget. Polyrhythmatic static I love it—bring it if you want it. Never fronted, yo Shabaam Sahdeeq, no relation to Raphael But I'll Rockwell like Norman, and the track be the canvas for My painting. Your style's tainted, waited too long Hesitated, belated, thoughts never made it Trap your jaw like peanut butter, utter nonsense you Be spitting, never fitting the track, straight wack These three emcees seize your ADAT Pawn your plaque, snatch that disc off the rack [Hook: Shabaam Sahdeeq] (x2) It's a rhythm revolution, not your ordinary, every- -day, same blueprint, not your ordinary, every- -day, same blueprint, not your ordinary, every- -day, same blueprint. Rhythm revolution [Verse 2: Mr. Complex] I'm cool as room temperature. When I enter my High-rise, your thoughts seem miniature, but even at Actual size, you can't compromise with Complex My eyes rise stress. You rift, you stiff up like Permanent press, impressed with time, and I sworn to Rip this microphone into microscopic pieces Which is the thesis. The Polyrhythm Addicts releases Bits and parts, shits and farts, rip you apart You can't F with the art. Tsk, tis the seasons to Be jolly—fa la la fuck that. The fate of fallers when they're Stepping to the cage with a sabretooth that's breathing Just one lip-licking second before feeding Decide your fate. My style is great, is wealthy while You wait 'til I say when—then I'll wash you down If my stomach muscles didn't squash you down, I'll spit you out Or I shit you out just to get you out—then I'm out [Hook: Shabaam Sahdeeq] (x2) It's a rhythm revolution, not your ordinary, every- -day, same blueprint, not your ordinary, every- -day, same blueprint, not your ordinary, every- -day, same blueprint. Rhythm revolution [Verse 3: Apani] Different, so don't compare me to another Of a breed that feels the need to shine. Can't break The stride, see through your BS like riptide Flip lines—true, but I got other skills too, which Makes this Polyrhythmic brew a hard act To follow. Spar with metaphors over guitar Solos, pros like me get too much play While ordinary joes warm the bench Heads get more than wet—they get drenched (Word?). Oh no Duck to avoid blows that defy gravity Music and life the same analogy according To be guarantee as personal policy To bring physical larceny to thee and all those You wouldn't go there if you knew what I know Check official documents of phrase, a monument Not your average savage—civilized, remain dominant [Hook: Shabaam Sahdeeq] (x2) It's a rhythm revolution, not your ordinary, every- -day, same blueprint, not your ordinary, every- -day, same blueprint, not your ordinary, every- -day, same blueprint. Rhythm revolution