(Rhythm)
No currency, peace is what I'm maintaining,
So currently green ain't what I been chasing,
You know what I do? I just stay silent feel the vibe and shape it,
Might shift my interdimensional placement,
Nip-tuck hiccup,
Now she got a facelift,
Basically I'm the replacement, see?
Some people call me Rhythm and I'm here to say,
When you play my shit better turn up your bass,

(S2-Art)
Fig, Flower, Hope, Grand.
Grab a bottle—both hands.
We can twerk or slow dance,
in the club or with the band.
Smoke a blunt before we land
and we got no plans.
In the morning, run again.
Niggas fold, I'm calling in.
Balling like I'm Spaulding. And
look it, it's appalling them.
They must've doubted the man.
I've arrived, I'm checking in.
The flyest guy, the freshest pair.
Retros in that color, yeah.
Icarus in polo gear.
Watch out for them solar flares.

(Louis King)
I feel like a polar bear
must be something in the air
she said holler pull my hair
i met her a county fair
life aint fair do all i can
got people out here know i care
showed to up the corner store
grow up or just grow a pair
throw up go head fold ya chair
aint tappin my heels
im staccin my bread
are ya ready for war
blap blap blap to the head
bac up im slappin my rappin instead
friends call me Louii
let me cut this to the chase
when you listen to my music
better turn up yo bass

(Rhythm)
Walking down the street, and I met some guy.
He gave a small nod, and looked me in the eye.
I couldn't help but notice that his fit was really fly,
And the next thing I knew, he stopped and said ""hi.""
He said he liked to kill beats, and then he started to go in,
He said these beats are like these rappers: make me sound like Superman,
At this point in the conversation it started to thunder,
I said ""what's your name?"" He said ""I'm Rhythm."" I said ""man, no wonder.""

(S2-Art)

I got a playbook full of dreams and all my schemes under my bed.
I'm the king of knowing things but then leaving the shit unsaid.
Save the day like Captain Sully,
shit be going to my head.
""Pull up"" niggas's like a pulley.
I'm so focused on my bread.
Flow so mean, I'm like a bully,
let the nurses do the rest.
She ask me to fill her fully.
Put my hand up on her breast.
Gentrifyin fern gully,
teach the kids—they're comin next.
You can really not believe
what us niggas got up next.

(Louis King)
rollin up the pacc
Like i'm pac man eatin
fly out to the hamptons wit Obama
for the weekend
Steppin out the limo
got the helipad reakin
Smoke cloud
they just takin pictures they cant see us

3 emcees and a presidential flavor
walk up in the bank
make the teller sign a waiver
cameras every where
now im wavin to my neighbor
and i just copped a blunt from the store off tabor

(Rhythm)
They ask how we so cold,
I don't know, get a sweater.
They ask ""how you handle haters?""
I don't know, write a letter.
If they tryin' my bars,
Then you know it was a folly,
If I grab the microphone,
I'm guaranteed to rock the party.
Hit the boosters out the gate,
I been winning since I started,
See these rappers in my rear view,
RIP, dearly departed.
R is just for really H is hate and Y is you,
T is for take all your shit H to hurl it, M, to the moon.

(S2-Art)
What us niggas got up next, ooh,
is some sorta chess move.
Only will the best do,
only rock the best 'do.

Play like how we dress, smooth.
Up by thirty? Press, too.
Monster, call me Ness. You
better run my checks. S2

logo cross the chest, too.
Hear my verse, you hit the shoot.
Thursday like that's Friday junior.
Call out white boy he's a shooter.

Take the money from the booster,
we're surfing this rollercoaster.
Hop off and she thanks the chauffeur.
What if moms was on our shoulder?

(Louis King)
stu n lou n rhythm here
roll up
while i
load the semi
movin like a military minister or visionary
i was born in february
now im just a
youngin hungry
over never under study
money showers
hunnids floodin
gunnas clutchin rubber bunnies
rubber bands for stomachs rumblin
someone dumpin
pump the shotty
dropped the bags off in the lobby
my pen like a sword and youse a target off the waist
when you listen to my music
betta turn up all yo bass