Im not tryna (ooh) be superstitious
Im not asking for a mystical civil society,
That would just be too Ooh hoe hoe hoe factitious
And I aint dropin just another clich
Wits say someones gotta start this discourse
And if you wanna pass hey yeah yeah this course
Facts dont rest with Adam and Eve
Just leave the past or youll be deceived
The mission today today, today is to fight for equality
In actuality that means quality action quality action
Thats if you fancy a true connection
We gotta set the table and go full course
I promise you wont dose oh no no no
Curiositys got you going louse on my noise
Cause this time I spit whats stored in your heart
I must be hinting on silence
Compared to violence Silence is just as crude
Dude I could lie but I promised to set the mood
(set the mood, yeah-yeah set the mood. Oh-oh)
On the rhythm of love
The rhythm of love
The rhythm of love
The rhythm of love
When you see quiet waters
Hey, yeah yeah yeah na na
It could be that deep down underground
where the sound is bona fide
(Troubles winning an award for destruction yeah yeah)
Couples in correlation making promises but no action
Empty words sounding smooth
like African Boys versus (yeah yeah yeah)
Silent love portrayed in purple blue stains
Shes in chains, but shes deceived
And she believes (oh) that shes weak
Solitude scares her more (scares her more)
And so she stays in shackles
Making you and I (ooh na na na na) believe that those are jewels of love
Dream on if you believe dream on (na na na na ooh dream on, dream on)
Talk about shackles, (fetters they be hidden too)
Sisters wanna play (mould the clay)
See how we play our artistic flavour on brothers
She cant find Mr. Right
No no no no no
But she sure knows how to choose him right
Shes got the craft to make him spot on
Her favourite game? (To put the puppet show on)
And if he doesnt wanna bend
She wont say nothing but give him the look on
And he will say nothing nothing -, but repent
With Dolce & Gabbana maybe Versace, Gucci,
(Truworths if youre local),
come on girls yeah, yeah, yeah ye ye ye the truth must be vocal
If he aint got the loot, some chocolate will do
And when shes stout and loud,
Hell have reason to leave or deceive this boat na na na na na
See I got food for thought,
Im a word kleptomaniac
Lord, let this soul sister spill some facts
Let me spill it, let me, let me, le me, le me, le me spill it
The rhythm, the rhythm, the rhythm of love
The rhythm of love
Name brands ooh, ooh, na na and papers
make life a game of traps
Penda knows hes game is lame lame, lame
but seeks his fame. Hes ready for clubbin,
Hes got his gear on. Stay clear cause
the plan is to dunk some girls,
He made some bills now
hes revolutionized Fellies for Timbos
Hes the star in his own music video,
Jacob the jewellers asleep on his arm
Been off duty since he nicked it off some tourist
It sure is big enough to charm,
no one will notice na na na na na na ooh the batterys on strike
Ooh, hes not sad, check out his mouths
going on platinum. Enough to make
the girls go frozen
See how some brothers be trappin you
Youre hooked like a fly to a piece of stake
Oh, Shes going on a date She think its fate
And so shes late Hes gone out the gate
He aint coming back, his heart is black
The game is on; hes got another fool for lovin
Maybe another bun in the oven
Will she sue? Whats the use,
he aint got no money honey
ooh, na na na na na na
She had no clue. And shes so blue.
Oh, now shes blue
Show the other side of the coin,
Hey yeah yeah yeah
Its only fair
Come on girls, (the truth must be vocal) be vocal, be vocal
Hey yeah yeah yeah
She got burnt burnt, burnt,
Cause she thought
she could get this fake millionaire trapped trapped, trapped
But he aint got no money, honey
She had no clue and shes so blue
See I got food for thought,
Im a word kleptomaniac
A brainy act that knows when to stop
Might just find myself on the
wrong side of the sword
Lord, lord, save me save me! if this precision causes a riot,
a riot, a riot, a riot, Amen.
Rhythm of, rhythm of, love
Rhythm of, rhythm of, love
You know it,
You know this rhythm
You know it
Written by: Christi Warner (2008) Afrochica Entertainment