Chris Webby - And The Beat Goes On lyrics

[Verse One: Chris Webby] Got my life on repeat, man, the beat goes on Nikes flat up on the street, and I keep those on Recharged and rebuilt, I can speak no wrong Don't like me? Then f** you, like that Cee Lo song Two middle fingers up; ambidextrous Fightin' for my freedom of speech, but then they censor it k**in' any microphone in sight just for the heck of it Chris Webby, b**h, still reppin' for Connecticut Lets get the sh** I've been back on the road and going hard Venue after venue, showin' 'em that I flow with no regard Now I'm makin' money, got more green than Oprah's yard Got these people like "Aaiyo, you really think he wrote these bars?" How would you feel if you were on top With a couple thousand motherf**ers aimin' for your spot? But I am where I am, I'mma keep it on lock, baby, so lets rock [Hook: Daniel Zavaro] Oh, baby, don't you see I'm fallin' Looking down, and I feel like I belong Turn it down, again, you keep talking And the beat goes on [Verse Two: Chris Webby] See the beats still going on, Webby rock it so terrific With a flow that be colder than the Nagano Olympics Made a little dough, put some lobster on my dishes Picking up the flow and then I drop it on you b**hes Motherf**ing guillotine, you won't have your head attached When I step up on the stage and people sayin' "Webbys back!" Can't stand the whack sh** so I'll wreck a track And spend my Friday murdering Rebecca Black And I still be the one you f**ers feel And I won't stop 'til I got myself a couple mil' In the building, and I'll show you how it's done for real Revolutionary sh**, Battle for Bunker Hill But instead of red coats, I'm k**ing MC's And anybody dumb enough to go against me Heavyweight champ like Jack Dempsey sh**, you better step, B [Hook: Daniel Zavaro]