How to Eat a Beat Pt, 2
It's so frustrating
I get to calculating
This statement will probably get me to be the most hated
I stated
Your distractions don't even get me faded
You can stay there
Complacent
Thinking that you won't have to face it
Thoughts get you into a state of perspiration
You're shaking
Thinking that maybe there is a way to save this
You're jaded
Cuz I had to go and make it complicated
How I
Always find a way to fuck up in the conversation
(Ok lets take it there)
You see me
I'm just like a cool breeze
Chilling to further notice
Blowing a pound of trees
Hold on say cheese
Now roll that ganja leaf
Good weed fat beats
That's all I really need
To mount up draw down
And unleash some casualties
On any of you fucking rappers thinking
that the shit is sweet
They seek
To control, alter your mind, and delete (CTRL+ALT+DELETE)
Defeat
Is not an option
Remove
Liabilities
Ain't no snatching my mic
I'm on stage
It's time to preach
I would like the congregation to politely take a seat
Listen to this voicemail
Leave a message at the beep
Be careful what you say
People get killed for what I speak
I'm the king of my domain
That means the jungle is the streets
Be sure to peep the scene
And don't speak half of what you see
Everything in life depends on
how well you get the green
And once you get more money don't forget about your team
Watch the closest in your circle
patrol your faculty
They either hate you or they love you
But there is no in between
These are a few commandments
I would follow to the tee
If not the choice is yours
We will see you at the feast
This is how to eat a beat chump
You got to beat the beat up
You can catch me on your campus
Chilling with my feet up
With the a chocolate thing
Man I think she is a d cup
Take you boys to school
I'll fuck around and be a teacher
I should been a preacher
Just hold your Jesus piece up
Keep away from evil
Like you exorcising demons
Take a couple thoughts
And then arrange them in a sequence
Speak on controversy
Then address it the media
Niggas get madder than bitches
When I leave the seat up
When all I really said is I didn't want to do a feature
Damn
Tyrone why you always go ham
Tryna make some change
Leave em broke
Like Uncle Sam
This breach of curiosity
Maybe more than they can handle
Stop asking all them questions
I'm just tryna raise ya standards
Stand for something
Or my nigga you will fall for anything
You can get mad all you want
But I'll keep rapping anyway
I get to calculating
This statement will probably get me to be the most hated
I stated
Your distractions don't even get me faded
You can stay there
Complacent
Thinking that you won't have to face it
Thoughts get you into a state of perspiration
You're shaking
Thinking that maybe there is a way to save this
You're jaded
Cuz I had to go and make it complicated
How I
Always find a way to fuck up in the conversation
(Ok lets take it there)
You see me
I'm just like a cool breeze
Chilling to further notice
Blowing a pound of trees
Hold on say cheese
Now roll that ganja leaf
Good weed fat beats
That's all I really need
To mount up draw down
And unleash some casualties
On any of you fucking rappers thinking
that the shit is sweet
They seek
To control, alter your mind, and delete (CTRL+ALT+DELETE)
Defeat
Is not an option
Remove
Liabilities
Ain't no snatching my mic
I'm on stage
It's time to preach
I would like the congregation to politely take a seat
Listen to this voicemail
Leave a message at the beep
Be careful what you say
People get killed for what I speak
I'm the king of my domain
That means the jungle is the streets
Be sure to peep the scene
And don't speak half of what you see
Everything in life depends on
how well you get the green
And once you get more money don't forget about your team
Watch the closest in your circle
patrol your faculty
They either hate you or they love you
But there is no in between
These are a few commandments
I would follow to the tee
If not the choice is yours
We will see you at the feast
This is how to eat a beat chump
You got to beat the beat up
You can catch me on your campus
Chilling with my feet up
With the a chocolate thing
Man I think she is a d cup
Take you boys to school
I'll fuck around and be a teacher
I should been a preacher
Just hold your Jesus piece up
Keep away from evil
Like you exorcising demons
Take a couple thoughts
And then arrange them in a sequence
Speak on controversy
Then address it the media
Niggas get madder than bitches
When I leave the seat up
When all I really said is I didn't want to do a feature
Damn
Tyrone why you always go ham
Tryna make some change
Leave em broke
Like Uncle Sam
This breach of curiosity
Maybe more than they can handle
Stop asking all them questions
I'm just tryna raise ya standards
Stand for something
Or my nigga you will fall for anything
You can get mad all you want
But I'll keep rapping anyway
Credits
Writer(s): Tyrone Spann Jr
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