Artist: Hidden Aspects Album: Revelations 1.1 Song: Rhyme Right 2000 Typed by: Cno Evil [Begga Ooh] I stash bones from the skin, mentally with the pen I relate like kin, to the turntable spin Hip hop lies within, I'm in front, to begin With the rhymes to the beat, stick together like twins Then again, no pretending, I'm defending my position Like physician surgical splitting the mission What if your position is sufficient Bow down to the greatest, don't front Cuz you not at your head when you played it It's potatoes, cater your shit is gonna smashed And get sent back, you can't keep up with this class I'm teaching, basic training, weight gaining on the scale And hydro planing over there, seeds, roller skating Silver Surfer full of Persian, Himalayas to the dark side Remember waiters, the ancient VCRs The shell toe feet, the Converse all-stars The my colored cars, the black movie stars The 70's quitars, the old, cookie jars Uncle Sickness...