DJ Tomekk - Beat of Life lyrics

Here comes the switch to my soul I'm feeling, it's the beat of your life Here comes the switch to my soul I'm feeling, it's the beat No drag call this pop or alternative rock It's the beat from the streets and it's called hip-hop It'll be dimensional move shakes, yo, fight in the club It'll be dimensions: smoke and get drunk, the sh** that you love Guns in the club, the dress code for n***as that know Hip-hop's not only 'bout the music, it's 'bout gettin' the dough Come with the flows, and every night f**in' new hoes Yeah, it's goin' down (International) Big Iceberg, SMG (Trigga Tha Gambla) DJ Tomekk, number 1 DJ on Earth, b**h It's real, what now feel this We about to do some gangster rap It's slaughter, f** whoever thought we couldn't bring it We bring the ruckus every time to all you punk motherf**ers Bring it on, word is bond and it only takes one to slip up Never front nothin', paper thin n***as get ripped up Known for stick up, it's SMG comin' You n***as b**hin' so much, you startin' sound like my ex-woman Hold up, only real n***as get down Slaughter town Slaughter town Slaughter town Slaughter town Slaughter town Here comes the switch to my soul I'm feeling, it's the beat of your life Here comes the switch to my soul I'm feeling, it's the beat Everybody put your hands up For the beat of life I'm comin' from the hard rock Wanna see you die Love, just hip-hop You stay alive Just, lovely a** hip-hop You stay alive I give a f** about you rappers, I'm a stone cold shooter Gangbanger, straight pimp, ho recruiter When lookin' at me, it's obvious, my hobby is to come up Moved away illegally, takin' blocks strategically I'ma shoot out beef wetter, racer cuttin' shredder Drama threater, setter, more rappin' deader Timble stomper, bomber, smoking live, drama Gambla's strapped down to the Trigga, heavy armor Down and dirty, say your prayers It's the Trigga n***a, they come (Glocks on cop) And on my block to sell rocks we're bigger n***a (So move aside) To load dumb buck you dumbf** (Can't get with this fly sh**) Then get it, get your brains stuck Who reigns supreme? (Trigga) That's my name (And who's the slickest?) Ice Berg, ain't a damn thing changed (And who are we?) SMG how we runnin' these streets (And DJ Tomekk?) I heard about him bangin' that heat SMG baby Sex, money and guns SMG baby Sex, money and guns SMG baby Sex, money and guns n***as talk sh** with no guns, they act for it We ever get broke with no funds, we blast for it b**hes out of pocket, goin' straight, get smacked for it Ride up in the club while my n***as give me gat for it Mack with the mack, black gat when we clap for it Beef when we creep your whole crew, can't take a nap for it Call me iced out, run out and tact for it Lex chromed out, and stop like it jack for it Here comes the switch to my soul I'm feeling, it's the beat of your life Here comes the switch to my soul I'm feeling, it's the beat Everybody put your hands up For the beat of life I'm comin' from the hard rock Wanna see you die Love, just hip-hop You stay alive Just lovely-a** hip-hop You stay alive Everybody put your hands up For the beat of life I'm comin' from the hard rock