Rhythm

But you can't beat the beat
 But you can't beat the beat
 You're a stupid sucker never done shit from me
 Get in the car and I'm a drive till I'm outta gas
 Slow or fast
 Can't put me down no more
 I'm a mother fucking creature of the wind
 You can't touch me
 You can't touch this
 Kiss my wing, kiss my knuckle, never!
 Scoop up chicks at the shows and take 'em
 Home and blow
 Money to spend
 Dream the impossible dreams
 Bloodstreams
 Seems as bulimic throw up throw up
 Tore up the floor up, floor up
 Smoking in the bathroom
 Getting kicked outta school
 Car like a trap of your screwy little varmet
 I'm a family walking through the district of Garments
 Downtown Los Angeles, the gates of heaven
 All the people, they just wanna have fun
 Stupid suckers are so fucking temporary
 Me and my crew, we're walking down the street
 But you can't beat the beat, the beat, the beat, the beat
 You put the tape in and turn the music up
 You hold on one of 'em, stick your finger up
 When I was a kid I never had any friends
 Was always the one start making some money
 Pen and paper, two pair gellin'
 In my diapers reeking days old
 Never too cool to take a request
 Mom it's all right to get shit of my chest
 Music started in '74, Standing too close but
 I'm worlds away
 Touch the mic, it'll burn your fingers
 But I'm down instead of slingers
 Old and rusty, still brand new
 Always coming through with the shapes of your crew
 Girls they just wanna have fun with someone
 And find a man to support their kids
 People just wanna have fun
 All you suckers are so fucking temporary
 Me and my crew walking down the street
 You can't beat the beat, the beat, the beat, the beat
 The beat (x17)
 Oh how I hate that stupid look in your eyes
 Like you already know but you pretend to be surprised
 The way you go on, I don't know where to start
 The only sound that I hear is the beating of my heart
 What keeps me going is I love the way she does me
 I'm the wing child of the man on the mic
 Day outta nowhere, I'll fade away
 They try to understand me but they don't care
 Put up your ones, people say practice makes perfect, not worth it now
 Throw a bottle on the ground to make it sound, world renowned
 Rhythm to the rhythm is uhumm
 Shame to the shame is uhumm
 Money to the money is uhumm
 And names to the name is uhumm
 People, they just wanna have fun
 But all you suckers are so fucking temporary
 Me and my crew walking down the street
 But you can't beat the beat, the beat, the beat, the beat