A Tribe Called Quest - Gimme A Beat (s**a N*gga) lyrics

Verse 1 [Nate Nics] Yo, I spit the sickest sh**, call that addiction dripping from the lips While you're gone your chick is splitting on the illest dick I'm just busy spitting, sh**ting on the newest hit Too legit, shouting f** hip hop it's time to quit All these n***as yelling at me, "Why you do it Nics?" Understand I had to k** the game before it's time to RIP And I'm not playing, dog, these songs are just a f**ing skit I'm right where I belong and you were wrong, so I ain't taking sh** Hypocrite n***as hear my name and be like, "Who is this?" It's Ludicrous, bridges burned, medal earned fire spit Over it. This the dream that no one ever helped me get Tires slit in the parking lot where all my time is spent I'mma change the flow up for a minute I'm giving you back your free will so quiet till I'm finished Yo, the flow so cold I hope you know it's knowledge that I'm spitting It's boats 'n' hoes not hopes and woes desire comes with penance The menace. I'm cleaning up your rap career; your dentist There's too much plaque in here, it's time to fear, it's 9/11 The Hunger Games are not the same for urban adolescents Cause every block is filled with rocks and shots from Mac 11s In heaven I wonder if there's gonna be a place for me Mr. Mercenary hopes that there's a f**ing vacancy Hopefully I'm there to stare my life away and blatantly Just make believe that there was someone special who had faith in me I'm faithfully ending all the wack careers that I can see Us against the world; hip-hop against the industry And mentally I'm f**ing awesome so I guess I'm meant to be A great emcee with hella f**ing bars, yo, Gimme A Beat *Break* Verse 2 [Nate Nics] Nate Nics, Nate Nics, Nate Nics Forget all the critics and hear the bars I spit I rhyme sublime "Hammer Time" You Can't Touch This And if you're talking sh** I Engage k**switch Real twist. Cleaning up the game, Will Smith (Whoo) You wanted mastermind, well now you got 'em, real gift I'm stitching up these n***as quick I Taylor Swift Ray Lewis with the lyrics; my rhymes hit stick Trill flip. Changing up the plot, Shyamalan My flow can right your wrongs, new era when I'm writing songs Pa**ive with the bong; no hit my mind's already gone Through the fire throng. Can't dunk but all my jams are strong On the low Nics got the hardest flows A known lyricist, cynical when I spit at foes So just keep jeering, my lyrics are filled with common woes Never-ending rhyming dictionary mixed with yellow snow So you know, I ain't stoppin' sh** until I run the show Stop and go. Citric acid lyrics; f** a vegetable You're moving slow. I wrap up your rap careers so grab a bow Talent Bo Jackson when I'm on the mic; tackle broke Not a joke. These n***as really need to learn some manners, man And I'm the manager, but I need some anger management I'm doing all I can, but I seem to have some talent when The mic is in my hand. f** a hood I do it for the fam Yes I am Nate Nics the savage. A beast I'm sorry but I can't ever be average, unique To be or not to be a f**ing maverick unleashed I'm changing up the game and all I had was a beat Real neat