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The BEat Beat Without
Did It Better
(Verse I)
My life’s like my music
Nothin’ but hard knocks
Hard heads in hard tops, wit’ heavy metal and hard rock
Known to drop yo’ rag top, convertible ya fitted
Undo ya do-rag, crack ya melon and split it
Yeah, I boo-boo on yo’ crew, dude
Disrespect yo’ localent
Respect’s another word fo’ fear, and I tell you that yo’s is valid
But you stupid as broke dudes, wit’ no common sense
Common cause: gettin’ money
But you still bummy, can’t pay no rent
When the trauma hits, you cats fake as campaign promises
Can’t wipe my ass wit’ ya word, ya heard?
You do like Obama did:
Disappoint
You short change, got two cents, but no dollars, kid
Or sick joints
Icicles, nothin’ but slick points
That leave a sucka shakin’, just like when the sig points
Take it from one wit’ an elbow
Who sell mo’ than Tickle-Me-Elmo in December
This rap’s a gift so I suggest you cats remember
I’m lyrically Christmas, and I rock like Eddie Vedder
So you ain’t done nothin’ I ain’t did
I just done did it better
(Verse II)
They gave me six years back...
That’s six years sooner, you cats’ll have to vacate from my
track
Retract the weak rhymes that was writt’ behind my back
Rejoicin’ at rumors of my demise
Surprised by the facts
My faction ain’t fiction, book stickin’s behind yo’ stacks
This is manslaughter on paper
Can you imagine it on wax?
Mess up yo’ game plan, can’t stand
Sharing crumbs, crumb snatcha snatchin’ the whole pie, man
From you sucka Simple Simons
Do like the stock market, and fudge up yo’ whole finance
I’m like them Sac Kings: Dope Royalty, I’m yo’ highness
Multiple tribulations, plus, seductive evils
Equal problems, protect my meth-a-metics wit’ an eagle
Enemies and victims is how I divide yo’ people
I’m all original, no Lil’ Skummy, no sequel
You copycats can’t Xerox, imitate or match this
Gangsta mack shhh
Lyrical coke on beats of cat piss
I can’t miss, rats who stuck like cactus, what!
While I perform, you practice
And yo’ weak beef gets ground up
You can’t hide, I’ll tear yo’ town up fo’ that cheddar
Get yo’ ass whipped wit’ a mixture of phonetics and letters
The drama’s forever
You chicken figgas’ll get plucked fo yo’ feathers
So talk shhh all you want
But I can vomit it better
The Beat Witout
Volume 17.01/02
Ray Sanchez Jr.
We welcome back one of our finest lyricist in Ray Sanchez Jr. He comes
live and direct this week with two stellar rhymes for you to chew on,
and counter if you wish. Ray has been a player for The Beat Within for
many years now. He is easily one of our favorite artist/teachers. Ray
speaks the truth from Pleasant Valley State Prison in Coalinga, CA
Wasted Words
They must change
They who would be constant in happiness or wisdom
The system is hittin’
Pickin’ up on patterns of mad hatters: bangin’ an’ pimpin’
Dealin’ and stealin’
Big wheelin’ wit’ tek nines and teflons
History is the lie that is commonly agreed upon
Voltaire
Rollin wit’ hoes wit’ fake nails and fake hair
When fake figgas got your back
It’s like they ain’t even there
We are what we say
So long as our words are iron
My words are fire
They burn in yo’ heart like your dark desires
And I’m the master of my destiny
The captain of my soul
Dan Brown’s Invictus is simply a picture of my goals
I could verbally abuse wit’ truths
And fuse,
Herbal metaphors, point ‘em at yo’ gourd
And knock out a friggin’ tooth
Anyone who thinks they know it all
Is just confirming they do not
David Icke said it first
But I say in a hearst, you will rot
And sooner than you think
Words of wisdom flow like water
But you refuse to take a drink
So I don’t know why I even bother
Why I attempt to educate, plot, lecture or plan
You’s a waste of time and a waste of breath
Beneath my person
Words wasted on the youth fall like hourglass sands
-Till you buried in due time
Or do time up in the prisons