Sweet Tee - As The Beat Goes On lyrics

[Verse 1] As the beat goes on, I do damage Sit on your couch, grab a soda, a sandwich Entertaining is what I get paid for Sweet Tee is rockin' hardcore That's my life, word, it's essential Easy to get, whether if you know the fundamentals The music comes on, strong, slammin Hear the people say, "Damn, she's jammin!" Speedin' up the beat, cause it's time for you to Hear new rhymes, cause the old ones won't do It's My Beat, that's finished, done through That's part one, this is part two Pausin' for the cause, and I'm comin out a winner I keep my rhymes with me through my breakfast, lunch, and dinner Risin' and surprisin' those who thought I couldn't do it They didn't take me seriously, so now they blew it You thought I was a regular? Come on now, stop it I use the same beat twice, and still rock it I'm in the right, doin' no wrong Singin' my song as the beat goes on [Verse 2] As the beat goes on, it's a cryin' shame When I flip on those who thought I was a regular dame Better step back, cause I'm gonna go off Huh, think again if you think I'm soft I'll squeeze you like a vice, and punch like Tyson Stick to my rhymes like white on rice, and Gettin to the point, and the point is this: Like Reggie on the play, when I hit, I don't miss Hittin' hard, raps well written Rock so hard, others think about quittin' Takin' my sk**s up to a much higher level Rap by myself, 'cause I'm a queen rap rebel Sincerely speakin, can't you see that I'm number one, you better believe that I'm on the verge, cause I got the urge to Get the feelin', so I wanna splurge, I'll Jump in my car, throw down the top Sip some wine and listen to some hip-hop Max and relax to the break of dawn As, as the beat goes, as the beat goes on [Verse 3] Tee is here, and on the mic I'm a pro Don't tell me that I'm good, I know Demandin' respect, and I get it I write what I recite, and you can check the writer's credits Lethal with a pen, the result is awesome Combinin' with my crew, and it's a one-two-three-foursome Paid when I talk, my pockets are chunky Hurb's on the beats, and it's soundin' rather funky Weak-rhyme hater, ready now and never later Bring the great and the greatest, and I'll still be greater On the strength, not the bench I'm a heavyweight fighter Sting more deadly than a black widow spider Cooler than suede, and I don't mean leather Entrepreneur of the rap world forever Standin' on my feet or sittin in my seat You other rappers are obsolete So get ready, get set, and I'm on the go I'll seize the crowd and I squeeze out woe I'll never overstay my welcome, so I'ma drop the mic and let the beat flow