Rhythm in the Tongue

Twist the tongue, let it run, feel the heat under the sun, Fast and slick, I’m in the mix, where the rhythm sticks, Words collide, like a tide, we can’t hide, no disguise, Catch the flow, let it go, let the tongue be free to show. Six slippery, sassy sisters sold some shells by the shore, Fast flows, mind glows, can’t ignore the roar. Betty bought butter, but it’s bitter in the bag, I’m juggling syllables, never lag, never drag. Fred’s friends fried five fish, the flavor’s on the rise, But the flies are flying fast, zooming past the skies. How much wood could a woodchuck chuck? If a woodchuck could chuck more, then you’re out of luck. The thirty-three thieves thought they thrilled the throne, But the rhythm’s on fire, and I’m in the zone. Black bugs bleed black blood, they crawl in the dark, While I’m spinning these bars like a spark in the park. Twist the tongue, let it run, feel the heat under the sun, Fast and slick, I’m in the mix, where the rhythm sticks, Words collide, like a tide, we can’t hide, no disguise, Catch the flow, let it go, let the tongue be free to show. A black bug bleeds black blood, what color does blue bleed? These riddles are tricky, but they feed the need. The sea's full of shells, the tides full of stories, Fast and furious, they’re chasing their glories. "She sells seashells," can you sell ‘em twice? "How many times will a thief thieve when the thief thinks twice?" Through twists and turns, I’m setting the pace, Every bar’s a step in the lyrical race. A twist, a turn, a leap, and a jump, Can you keep up or will you slump? The rhythm’s alive in every sound I bring, Every rhyme is a step in the beat I sing. Twist the tongue, let it run, feel the heat under the sun, Fast and slick, I’m in the mix, where the rhythm sticks, Words collide, like a tide, we can’t hide, no disguise, Catch the flow, let it go, let the tongue be free to show. Round and round, the tongue’s untwisted, Every rhyme’s a fire, but the flow’s not listed. How many syllables can you keep in line? Can you follow the beat, or will you fall behind? "Unique New York" is what we’re spitting loud, Syllables fly, like thunder from the crowd. The tongue’s a weapon, I’m aiming my shot, Words are the bullets, and my rhythm’s hot. Twist the tongue, let it run, feel the heat under the sun, Fast and slick, I’m in the mix, where the rhythm sticks, Words collide, like a tide, we can’t hide, no disguise, Catch the flow, let it go, let the tongue be free to show. Now the tongue’s untangled, let the flow come through, The rhythm’s a puzzle that I’m building for you. No more fear, let the words collide, In this maze of sound, together we’ll ride.