Where's Thy Beat

When the beat drops
I make the hood rock to hip hop
The sound of the bass drum
Rattles off the rooftop
The sample picked is emaculant
The vinyls spins 33 rpms doin magic tricks
The raps are staggeren'
The rythm of my wrath again
Piercen jagged daggers in
The instrumentals abdoman
The hats splash off the 8th note bar marker
A lil swing makes the whole thing sound harder
I get lost in between the snares hits
N lose track of time like a tweaker on some shit
That old tape sound got my soul viben out
Homie crank up reverb up let me lay one down

Bass hittin homie
Watch the fleas jumpin smack the floor
Streets crack under neath my feet
While im walkin the beat wit ryhmes
I look the devil in his eyes
Dawg yall prayin under street lights
No sad story that a make a bitch cry
Clip ya life for a simplistic price
No rollin dice predator cats is trollin mice
Ya might die at an open mic
Cuz the kids flow is nice
Wit a heart cold as ice
Dead on the beat like a sniper witch you in his sight
Plight of a weak rapper delight of the mic killa
Designed for murda



Credits
Writer(s): Jesse Bennett
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