Not Your Ordinary: Rhythm Revolution (DJ Spinna Remix) [AKA Not Your Ordinary: The Sequel] {Vocal Mix}

Polyrhythm Addicts - “Not Your Ordinary: Rhythm Revolution (DJ Spinna Remix) [AKA Not Your Ordinary: The Sequel]”
[Emcee(s): Shabaam Sahdeeq, Mr. Complex, and Apani B. Fly]
[Producer(s): DJ Spinna]
[Scratches: DJ Spinna]

[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 B. Fly]
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