The Rhythm Of Love Lyrics - Singles - Christi Warner

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