Beat Street Breakdown, Raah! Hip Hop! Beat Street The king of the beat You see him rocking that beat from across the street And Huh Huh! Beat Street
burn to ashes Ain't one of the parties you been crashin' Bring the beat an' I'ma slash it My niggaz make sure the doors have been barricaded It's about
call it stress, some of y'all call it chocolate Return of the Top Dogg, and ain't no stoppin this Whatever the case, I ain't tryin to catch it Lay low
We call it stress, some of y'all call it chocolate Return of the Top Dogg, and ain't no stoppin this Whatever the case, I ain't tryin to catch it Lay
first G R-Y-M, you know the name I'm hated by the beats like the Feds hate Saddam Hussein Positive brothers ain't gotta be soft It's time to start knockin
the crook But I shook they worm and they hook Guppies hold they breath they wanna miss me When I'm tipsey Runnin' everythin' west of the Mississippi It's the unseen
carry the man In the land with a zombie again and me zombie again My triple beam is my only friend Then see become reality (? ? ) it's hard to breathe (? ? ) it
worm and they hook Guppies hold they breath They wanna miss me when I'm tipsey Runnin everything west of the Mississippi It's the unseen pullin strings
starlit sky And it comes to you how it all slips away Youth and beauty are gone one day No matter what you dream or feel or say It ends in dust and disarray
the Hammer definitely needs, oh yeah (Love is a feeling that I need, oh yeah) (Please be mine) Baby be mine (I need your love to make it) I need your love to make it
sad and chasing Happiness and love and I was the only one above it Once I thought without a doubt I had it all figured out Universe with hands unseen
Every one of my lyrics when you hear it it'll burn your face as sulfuric acid If you're holdin' the microphone I suggest you pass it. Hand it over quickly
it out, blow it out, spit it out Get it out, beat Let it out, blow it out, spit it out Get it out, beatings Let it out, blow it out, spit it out Get
Hazed pendulum Hypnotizing the part of I that never dies Look into my eyes are the windows of the soul It's fried chicken collies and cornbread It's
standard 85 RPM When increased by a number as least half the rate of it's standard Or decreased at three quarters of it's speed May be a determining
the low are they, not fit to share our planet They are not men but beasts indeed, so take this beast and hang it Suffer the children, unseen and unheard
like to take a beating), Feed your face while others starve - (you'd better learn to not miss eating). Shining beauty - fair and wise, Has served it'
last I was free Free from all my pains Now it's too late For you to touch my lips with yours And say you're sorry 'Cause my heart don't beat no more And