SWEET TEE - As The Beat Goes On lyrics

rate me

[VERSE 1]

As the beat goes on, I do damage

Sit on your couch, grab a soda, a sandwich

Entertaining is what I get paid for

Sweet Tee is rockin hardcore

That's my life, word, it's essential

Easy to get, whether if you know the fundamentals

The music comes on, strong, slammin

Hear the people say, "Damn, she's jammin!"

Speedin up the beat, cause it's time for you to

Hear new rhymes, cause the old ones won't do

It's My Beat, that's finished, done through

That's part one, this is part two

Pausin for the cause, and I'm comin out a winner

I keep my rhymes with me through my breakfast, lunch, and dinner

Risin and surprisin those who thought I couldn't do it

They didn't take me seriously, so now they blew it

You thought I was a regular? Come on now, stop it

I use the same beat twice, and still rock it

I'm in the right, doin no wrong

Singin my song as the beat goes on

[VERSE 2]

As the beat goes on, it's a cryin shame

When I flip on those who thought I was a regular dame

Better step back, cause I'm gonna go off

Hm - think again if you think I'm soft

I'll squeeze you like a vice, and punch like Tyson

Stick to my rhymes like white on rice, and

Gettin to the point, and the point is this

Like Reggie on the play, when I hit, I don't miss

Hittin hard, raps well written

Rock so hard, others think about quittin

Takin my skills up to a much higher level

Rap by myself, cause I'm a queen rap rebel

Sincerely speakin, can't you see that

I'm number one, you better believe that

I'm on the verge, cause I got the urge to

Get the feelin, so I wanna splurge, I'll

Jump in my car, throw down the top

Sip some wine and listen to some hip-hop

Max and relax to the break of dawn

As - as the beat goes - as the beat goes on

[VERSE 3]

Tee is here, and on the mic I'm a pro

Don't tell me that I'm good, I know

Demandin respect, and I get it

I write what I recite, and you can check the writer's credits

Lethal with a pen, the result is awesome

Combinin with my crew, and it's a one-two-three-foursome

Paid when I talk, my pockets are chunky

Hurb's on the beats, and it's soundin rather funky

Weak rhyme-hater, ready now and never later

Bring the great and the greatest, and I'll still be greater

On the strenght, not the bench I'm a heavyweight fighter

Sting more deadly than a black widow spider

Cooler than suede, and I don't mean leather

Entrepreneur of the rap world forever

Standin on my feet or sittin in my seat

You other rappers are obsolete

So get ready and set, and I'm on the go

I'll seize the crowd and squeeze out woe

I'll never overstay my welcome, so

I'ma drop the mic and let the beat flow