Beat Biter (Original 12" Extended Version) (Explicit) (Original 12 Extended Version)

Let me rock this rhyme only if I may

It's directed to my man LL Cool J

Your brand new jam sure does sound sweet

You rocked the bells but you stole my beat

Me and Marley Marl we designed it well

You added some percussion thought we could not tell

It will be my glory to tell this story

It will even be rocked in your territory

Think they're so slick that they can't be greased

What I really hate most be biting MC's

To make their own would be a total waste

Let me tell you what happened in this one case

Turned on the radio station of my choice

When I heard my beat with the next man's voice

Put it on tape and I played it again

It just couldn't be so I asked my friend

He didn't wanna hurt my feelings so he said I guess

Played it one more time homeboy said yes

I got so mad that I wanted to scream

But I sat and wrote a rhyme to release my steam

It just so happened that we met some place

I confronted this beat biter face to face

I asked did he do it and of course he denied

So I had to say homeboy I let that slide

To this here story there is no end

I'm just waiting for the sucker kid to do it again

I was just so shocked when I heard his cut

I called his girl everything but a sleazebag slut

Beat biters I devour like a three course meal

So be careful next time whose beat you steal

That's not really what this song is about

But if you steal my beats I'm taking you out

The lyrics that I use in my rhymes are so nice

You press rewind and say Man I got to hear that twice

Jack be nimble Jack be quick

Saying things like that you must be sick

I feel sorry for those souls it really makes me sad

Telling stories of the battles that they never had

I'm the root my rhyme the tree

As essential to my mind as my eyes must see

I expand one's thoughts to the very extreme

Have you thinking something's real when it's only a dream

If I was a perpetrator I'd feel ashamed

Putting silly words together that all sound the same

If they elected Presidents for fresh rhymes that they wrote

I'd be the winner hands down they'd abolish the vote

Because I'm quiet at times don't mean I don't have heart

I be praying half the time please don't let me start

Cause once I start I'm gonna cold get ill

And at times it takes a posse just to make me chill

I say brother let's do this right

First we'll drink tea and then we'll fight

So what I made a jam on the mellow side

It was something worthwhile so I kept my pride

Now that my neck is out of the noose

Rock parties so hard that you gotta get loose

When you were just a kid with your runny nose

With your everlasting sneakers and your bummy clothes

Before you ever thought of making rap your trade

You were dreaming of Adidas while I got paid

Now you're sitting there wondering how I know

About the days when you used to be an MC ho

People souped you up told you you were nice

Not only rock 'em once rock your weak rhymes twice

For guys like you they should create an award

For the most attempts and the least that scored

See I'm a rhyme writer Marley mixes my cuts

I adore fly girls and I spit on sluts

I hold the rap population in the palm of my hand

Little children saying Ma I wanna be like Shan

I got the knowledge to know the wisdom to speak

The understanding of my rhymes is at its fullest peak

There were a lot of MC's that tried to riff

But they wound up on the slabs as an MC stiff

No typographical errors God bless the dead

Don't take it too light these things I said

Final judgment over all like a full fledged king

So my sentence to death others never to sing

I'm chilling for the moment yes my friend

In a minute I be making six g's times ten

This might put you in a state of shock

It's not how much you make it's how good you rock

Just to let you know who's DJ's greater

Marley'll wax buff and Simonize Cut Creator