Edo G - Rock The Beat lyrics

( *DJ Supreme One cuts up* ) (Rock the Beat) --] L.L. Cool J [ VERSE 1 ] Yo, I'm the doloist soloist Who got 'dro to twist, prefer the brew over Cris' To my independent women and my male chauvinists Throw your fist before you wish Stick your nose in this, we closin this Edo's maniacal - Supreme get the record Loop it and chop it, now it's unrecognizable Cut off the unreliable If it's hot it's undeniable Type of sh** you start a riot to He fire one, I fire two, inspire you Make you believe the bullsh**, that's what liars do See, we roll like tires do If you admire me, then I admire you Cause it's a cold, cold world for this warm-blooded mammal Keep it off the handle, filled with rap ammo The revolution will be televised on every channel More than a little bit of lootin and vandals [ Hook ] This is far from gangsta It's that hip-hop sh** filled with anger It's the streets, to beef it's no stranger It's these beats and rhymes that might change ya It's the peace of mind that I'm chasin Livin life with less aggravation (say what) It's mind tellin body about to lose patience Writers, DJ's, MC's, and breakers [ VERSE 2 ] I got a second chance to make the same mistake twice My advice for the un-nice, don't try to break the ice Unless you wanna sacrifice your life I'm authentic, you artificial, man A sacrificial lamb, we got issues at hand High-rankin officials, launch missiles at anybody who ain't fam You understand cause we overstand, it's over, man You either bend, fold or show your hand You're overpowered and undermanned Cause Edo.G and Overlooked got the upper hand From the 'Bury, Dorchester to Mattapan You can fall for it all but I know where I stand So where you stand? If it's about poppin sh** and coppin sh** Go 'head and rock the platinum, I rock some copper sh** The total opposite I ain't with that stupid suit-and-tie office sh** It's that Boston sh** [ Hook ] [ VERSE 3 ] Hey yo, my ritual for rap's traditional with facts Subliminal to callin n***as out on wax We ain't equal, it's for my people Who got they eyes wide and ain't lookin at the world through a peephole The mind, soul and body attack the ungodly Who wanna make rap a big party See, I'mma get what I'm supposed to get I only got about 10 real friends, rest of y'all's just a**ociates From indie labels, rappers to strip dancers Get pounds and hugs, numbers I never answer Travel frequently We ain't down if you ain't competin with me I'm on the airwaves on different frequencies How much dough did you go through Budgets did you blow through to get the industry to know you? Your life is on a auction block, bid quick Heard it all before and ain't impressed with sh** [ Hook ]