Beat Biter-MC Shan

Let me rock this rhyme only if I may It's directed to my man LL Cool J Your brand new jam sure does sound sweet You rocked the bells but you stole my beat Me and Marley Marl, we designed it well You added some percussion, thought we could not tell It will be my glory to tell this story It will even be rocked in your territory Think they're so slick that they can't be greased What I really hate most be biting MC's To make their own would be a total waste Let me tell you what happened in this one case Turned on the radio station of my choice When I heard my beat with the next man's voice Put it on tape and I played it again It just couldn't be, so I asked my friend He didn't wanna hurt my feelings, so he said "I guess" Played it one more time, homeboy said "yes" I got so mad that I wanted to scream But I sat and wrote a rhyme to release my steam It just so happened that we met some place I confronted this beat biter face to face I asked did he do it and of course he denied So I had to say, homeboy, I let that slide To this here story there is no end I'm just waiting for the sucker kid to do it again I was just so shocked when I heard his cut I called his girl everything but a sleazebag slut Beat biters I devour like a three course meal So be careful next time whose beat you steal That's not really what this song is about But if you steal my beats, I'm taking you out The lyrics that I use in my rhymes are so nice You press rewind and say, "Man, I got to hear that twice" Jack be nimble, Jack be quick Saying things like that, you must be sick I feel sorry for those souls, it really makes me sad Telling stories of the battles that they never had I'm the root - my rhyme the tree As essential to my mind as my eyes must see I expand one's thoughts to the very extreme Have you thinking something's real when it's only a dream If I was a perpetrator I'd feel ashamed Putting silly words together that all sound the same If they elected Presidents for fresh rhymes that they wrote I'd be the winner hands down, they'd abolish the vote Because I'm quiet at times don't mean I don't have heart I be praying half the time please, don't let me start Cause once I start I'm gonna cold get ill And at times it takes a posse just to make me chill I say, brother, let's do this right First we'll drink tea, and then we'll fight So what I made a jam on the mellow side It was something worthwhile, so I kept my pride Now that my neck is out of the noose Rock parties so hard that you gotta get loose When you were just a kid with your runny nose With your everlasting sneakers and your bummy clothes Before you ever thought of making rap your trade You were dreaming of Adidas while I got paid Now you're sitting there wondering how I know About the days when you used to be an MC ho People souped you up, told you you were nice Not only rock 'em once, rock your weak rhymes twice For guys like you they should create an award For the most attempts and the least that scored See, I'm a rhyme writer, Marley mixes my cuts I adore fly girls and I spit on sluts I hold the rap population in the palm of my hand Little children saying, "Ma, I wanna be like Shan" I got the knowledge to know, the wisdom to speak The understanding of my rhymes is at its fullest peak There were a lot of MC's that tried to riff But they wound up on the slabs as an MC stiff No typographical errors, God bless the dead Don't take it too light, these things I said Final judgment over all like a full-fledged king So my sentence to death, others never to sing I'm chilling for the moment, yes, my friend In a minute I be making six g's times ten This might put you in a state of shock It's not how much you make, it's how good you rock Just to let you know who's DJ's greater Marley'll wax, buff and Simonize Cut Creator