Jakkah - Rhythm Lyrics

(Yeah, 24)
(XXIV Jakkah) (Bow bow) (Uh)
If anybody think that I lost it, then Imma show em
This boom bap rhythm instilled in all of my bones
Like I flipped the script after rehearsal, I go off the dome
Nah I'm kiddin,' it's a written, just a glorified poem
But I'm ripping it still
Came with the venom, I puncture the steel
I don't got a family seal
But Imma get real if I do not feel you
You cannot break what I build
So don't even try, cause you will get fried
I promise I'm eating them meals
And Imma keep eating, I'm preaching that work ethic
Keep pushing for something and you'll get it
You know I had some dumb beef, that beef deaded
If you don't help me at all, then you get no credit
(Sorry, no credit for you)
(Yeah)
And now they askin' for the boy to get on they tracks
And do the rap thing, get em traction, make the noise
Got me askin' 'What is happenin, how they gon' supply the payment?'
They re-tracin,' now they saying they want a different arrangement, huh?
Uh, oh that's funny lil bro
I don't even know you, what you did for me, lil bro?
I don't owe you anything, so just get up out my face
And before you ask for anything else, just know your place
Took a fall, bounced back, now you can't even approach that (Can't do it)
Competitors step to me, and they all fall flat (Ha)
They move in silence, but I move with loudspeakers
Cause the haters and the fans gon' squabble, I'm not either
No hook on this, but the bait's already placed
And I ain't into fishin,' I'm into raising the stakes
So to anybody thinkin' they want it, come get a taste
Race to me, pick up the pen, and get em erased
I'm a foul boy
But I don't kick foul balls
It's a home run when I'm on the track, it's facts, done
Imma push it and I'll build it 'til it's at the maximum
Imma always make the new one better than the last one (Improvement)
Goodbye, it's the outro
I should write a book on this cookin' like Gwenyth Paltrow
I'm always stickin' to the rhymes like velcro
People tellin' me to give it up, ha
Hell no
Ouu, try to get like me
Imma do the right thing, like my name Spike Lee
Dissin' on my name is not something that's taken lightly
You could stop tryna distract, lil kid, you don't entice me
(You don't entice me, haha)
(24, Let's do it again)

(Yeah, 24)
(XXIV Jakkah) (Bow bow) (Uh)
If anybody think that I lost it, then Imma show em
This boom bap rhythm instilled in all of my bones
Like I flipped the script after rehearsal, I go off the dome
Nah I'm kiddin,' it's a written, just a glorified poem
But I'm ripping it still
Came with the venom, I puncture the steel
I don't got a family seal
But Imma get real if I do not feel you
You cannot break what I build
So don't even try, cause you will get fried
I promise I'm eating them meals
And Imma keep eating, I'm preaching that work ethic
Keep pushing for something and you'll get it
You know I had some dumb beef, that beef deaded
If you don't help me at all, then you get no credit
(Sorry, no credit for you)
(Yeah)
And now they askin' for the boy to get on they tracks
And do the rap thing, get em traction, make the noise
Got me askin' 'What is happenin, how they gon' supply the payment?'
They re-tracin,' now they saying they want a different arrangement, huh?
Uh, oh that's funny lil bro
I don't even know you, what you did for me, lil bro?
I don't owe you anything, so just get up out my face
And before you ask for anything else, just know your place
Took a fall, bounced back, now you can't even approach that (Can't do it)
Competitors step to me, and they all fall flat (Ha)
They move in silence, but I move with loudspeakers
Cause the haters and the fans gon' squabble, I'm not either
No hook on this, but the bait's already placed
And I ain't into fishin,' I'm into raising the stakes
So to anybody thinkin' they want it, come get a taste
Race to me, pick up the pen, and get em erased
I'm a foul boy
But I don't kick foul balls
It's a home run when I'm on the track, it's facts, done
Imma push it and I'll build it 'til it's at the maximum
Imma always make the new one better than the last one (Improvement)
Goodbye, it's the outro
I should write a book on this cookin' like Gwenyth Paltrow
I'm always stickin' to the rhymes like velcro
People tellin' me to give it up, ha
Hell no
Ouu, try to get like me
Imma do the right thing, like my name Spike Lee
Dissin' on my name is not something that's taken lightly
You could stop tryna distract, lil kid, you don't entice me
(You don't entice me, haha)
(24, Let's do it again)