C-France - Beat Biter (Vocal Version) lyrics

[Intro: D.V. Alias Khryce] Come on. Uh huh. Yo [Verse 1: D.V. Alias Khryce] It took me no time to write this. I know a lot of dudes Sitting around, listening, saying, “Ooh, I'ma bite this” But I'm living through a lot of dudes doing this style See me in the hood and approach me with a stupid smile Knowing you're foul, knowing how I'll get down Really shows your intelligence level is low. That's why Most Resurrect. ‘Cause they have Common Sense And most [?] when they feel the presence of it My mama loves seeing me grin ‘cause, inside, she know I'm suffering, dealing with this cruel world, that I must make Heaven. So my seeds can carry on the family Traditions, I refuse to stop until I complete My mission [Hook: D.V. Alias Khryce] (x2) Do you know what you're getting yourself into when you're biting styles From me and my crew? Tell me, say what you're gonna do [Verse 2: C-France] Yo, they say I'm ahead of my time. You hear when I spit it in my rhymes I get deep if I want to lose n***as with one line That's what I'm here for: to train your thoughts and prepare y'all I dare y'all cats to test me. My semi got a neckpiece I keep things quiet at the end of the riot Respect silence, n***a, turn the situation vibrant On top of this game, we move loosely. Choose three Top emcees, dawg, it might be me I'll hold my name down: Cyphus. Publishing is priceless I won't sign if it's your papers. I might buy it Love where you sleep, you might dream my description Living your life, I'll be your wifey's ambitions She's foreign. How do I know? Dawg, I'm scoring I can't call it. It's your b**h and she's mad boring Snap out of that dream ‘fore you get lost in it Wake your a** up ‘fore it's too late to hear me spit it [Hook: D.V. Alias Khryce] (x2) Do you know what you're getting yourself into when you're biting styles From me and my crew? Tell me, say what you're gonna do [Verse 3: D.V. Alias Khryce] Yo, the same pride that you let build you can k** you That's why I stay away from the evils that men do [?] a part of my religion like Hindus Speak with the breath that was blown into mine Conceived as a gift from the stage as a 9 I'm battling myself every day to do right I'm battling and chosen to be grabbing the mic My electric current flows like the key on a kite Stop biting from my style. You ain't doing it right Can't fool me on stage—it's toxic to your windpipe When you recite [?], can you consider the truth? You've been lying through your teeth ‘til you hit the roof And your exposure will expose the real side of you ‘Cause the only fans you'll have will be the breeze on you Fraudulence is something that I cannot stand There's more to get, so why be greedy and sham? Love is love if I call you my man. Even if my hand Was on the Bible at the witness stand. There's A code to the streets: never deal with rats And I never defecate where I sleep at. Peep that [Hook: D.V. Alias Khryce] (x2) Do you know what you're getting yourself into when you're biting styles From me and my crew? Tell me, say what you're gonna do [Outro: D.V. Alias Khryce] Tell me, say what you're gonna do. Dynazte. With a “Z.” [?]. That's it