Here's a prognotion, stop the commotion, I'll have my dose in

We cruising, the beat and bruising, you need coaxing

Fluid as I do it, the motion is similar to the ocean

Bringing waves of emotion

This feeling, that I'm dealing, is so appealing

It's shocking, look how I got you rocking and reeling

My ripple and rhythm is reminicent of a river when it's pouring

The King is reigning, I'm pouring

This music, yeah he can use it, but don't abuse it

Move it, you said you were a dancer, prove it

I was full of powerful percussion get you rushing on line

When it's 45 King time

Master of the Game, marks his fame, Mark's his name

The 45 King is the self same

Man who made the music that matched with the lesson

When I said "Court is in Session"

Feel it, ride the rhythm



Rhythms, I can get paid just for riding 'em

Suckers seem to be afraid cause I'm sliding 'em

Riding 'em, cold dividing 'em when I cut 'em up

Hit 'em with speed, they don't know who, why, when, where, what

Word is weird when your song is wrong

On the strength, I go the length, cause I'm long and strong

Freedom of choice lets me greet 'em with a forceful voice

So they know, I ain't no oreo

I'm solid, all the way through, what's up with you?

My cup runneth over, here's a drop or two

Rob is a roller, a writer, a schooler

And when it comes to gold then I'm a jewler

Feel it, ride the rhythm



My rhyme collection's under protection so now I'm flexing

We ruling, that's how we cooling, and how we plexing

What'll we do next, you'll probably never guess

Flavor Unit MC's are the cleverest

I'm sleek, think on my feet, rock to a beat

In my brain, I'm not insane, and never weak

When you're read to rock to raw rhythms, reach for my record

This I perfected, and you can check it

Listen, I'm in position, to start dissing

Instead I use my head to stay fed

Never starving Mastercharging past the margin

Whatever price you paid, it was a bargain

Freedom is priceless, knowledge is twice that

That goes for everybody, Latin, white, black

Depends on who you are and how you living

But in the meantime, just ride the rhythm



Muscleheads on a mission cold be wishing they be flipping

This passion, I'm not asking, I'm just whipping

I'm real, and I'm the deal, so how you feel?

You beg, borrow, or steal, you got appeal

Step off, get lost, or get tossed

Like a salad, your rhymes has no value

An invalid waste of breath, a taste of death is all that's left

When I get these rhymes off my chest

Indeed, I have exceeded, what you expected

You know that I'm dope, but can you accept it?

There's no doubt about the clout that I rap

To make sure everything turns out

Perfect, as close as we can work it, to perfection

Fly girls, they give me an erection

Plexing, something that I do with the Flavor U

By the way, that's my family, too

Feel it, ride the rhythm