Rock The Beat

[dj supreme one cuts up]

[l.l. cool j] (rock the beat)

[verse 1]

Yo, i'm the doloist soloist

Who got 'dro to twist, prefer the brew over cris'

To my independent women and my male chauvinists

Throw your fist before you wish

Stick your nose in this, we closin this

Edo's maniacal - supreme get the record

Loop it and chop it, now it's unrecognizable

Cut off the unreliable

If it's hot it's undeniable

Type of shit you start a riot to

He fire one, i fire two, inspire you

Make you believe the bullshit, that's what liars do

See, we roll like tires do

If you admire me, then i admire you

Cause it's a cold, cold world for this warm-blooded mammal

Keep it off the handle, filled with rap ammo

The revolution will be televised on every channel

More than a little bit of lootin and vandals

[chorus]

This is far from gangsta

It's that hip-hop shit filled with anger

It's the streets, to beef it's no stranger

It's these beats and rhymes that might change ya

It's the peace of mind that i'm chasin

Livin life with less aggravation (say what)

It's mind tellin body about to lose patience

Writers, dj's, mc's, and breakers

[verse 2]

I got a second chance to make the same mistake twice

My advice for the un-nice, don't try to break the ice

Unless you wanna sacrifice your life

I'm authentic, you artificial, man

A sacrificial lamb, we got issues at hand

High-rankin officials, launch missiles at anybody who ain't fam

You understand cause we overstand, it's over, man

You either bend, fold or show your hand

You're overpowered and undermanned

Cause edo.g and overlooked got the upper hand

From the 'bury, dorchester to mattapan

You can fall for it all but i know where i stand

So where you stand?

If it's about poppin shit and coppin shit

Go 'head and rock the platinum, i rock some copper shit

The total opposite

I ain't with that stupid suit-and-tie office shit

It's that boston shit

[chorus]

[verse 3]

Hey yo, my ritual for rap's traditional with facts

Subliminal to callin niggas out on wax

We ain't equal, it's for my people

Who got they eyes wide and ain't lookin at the world through a peephole

The mind, soul and body attack the ungodly

Who wanna make rap a big party

See, i'ma get what i'm supposed to get

I only got about 10 real friends, rest of y'all's just associates

From indie labels, rappers to strip dancers

Get pounds and hugs, numbers i never answer

Travel frequently

We ain't down if you ain't competin with me

I'm on the airwaves on different frequencies

How much dough did you go through

Budgets did you blow through to get the industry to know you?

Your life is on a auction block, bid quick

Heard it all before and ain't impressed with shit

[chorus]