Soul Plantation - Rhythm Roots Rhymes

Rhythm, Roots, Rhymes

Lyrics muscle bound, you can call my ass the bouncer, mc's look funny, make em hit the door running
these is money time matters, got my platter full of business, you slow, I take my flow, and out the windows you blow
ain't no time for mistakes, I conversate for action, take high position, then implement momentum
I tell you so you know, my game on go, round clock, haters might mock, but they really ride the jock
I got harps that sooth, funky snares that hit the mood, ride the groove line, rhythm roots to move minds
come through too legit, aim to miss the culprits, if he just insists, then that's what he gits
I fit where I get in, keep it large how we livin, if your game scarace, then you probably get embarrassed
I take the fairest and the finest, and chill in the recliner, that's cause I got these tracks, and the fans all line up

the snap back production, seduction of soul, some of yall ddin't, but yall gittin, up in the know
my character solid, Im good at solvin problems, I got a team of, hood stars, that get down and play they part
heart to heart mo, you can tag my venmo, @johnnyafro, and help me pay the limo
ladies get to screamin, I ain't even, hit the stage, yet they, know what they facin, a major operation
Im facing do north, done rocked the houses in the south, mouth picece phenomenal, my karma, no no fury
your photos look blurry, I ain't clickin or connecting, I don't trust the ones that need the photoshop correction
my attitude perfection, my life is my possesion, I'm takin no shorts, so just be a good sport
if I's playing horse, I gets no letters, I know what you got, but I'm just a lot better

people think I'm humble, ha ha just kidding, I drop big bars, and they hard doin my biddin
clear talk data, you ain't hearing static, rhythms get to tappin, like a semi-automatic
dramatic cat, savage, vast dippin and a dabbin, come through making changes, controller of the language
once I'm out the chambers, my name has gotten famous, I ain't lame with shame, I reign with entertainers
I like her big your anus, I party with ukrainers, I train the globe heads to be flat level plainers
the spiel keep you sane, the brain magnificent, I go beserk,do the work, to my xs i'm a jerk
punks get clowned, trying to play me broke down, I got sounds in the party, with the lines all dotted
hip hop spottin, handicap intact, even clowns play the back, less they get zapped, with my raps

rhymes, roots rhythm, and it's all up in them, swing with the pendelum, and I'm back to knock it out
we rock the house, put the feelin in the building, rhyme roots rhythem, and that's, what we all about

Written by:
Jonathan Brown

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