HighTyde - Beat Box

New Tyded
States Two
See, rap songs today make me throw up
It seems like the state of rap's in a slow rut
At least that's what people say
I'm like, so what?
No stress, the next day when I woke up
I got dressed, a new pair of slacks on
Hoodie and matching cap
Prepare for a rap song
You want it? You got it
I'ma show you I'm hottest emcee to speak
That's a promise
'Cause when I speak, I reach you to teach God
I preach everyday of the week on the beat box
A Jesus freak asleep in the detox
Only emcee to keep on when the beat stops
Every time I speak, then the beat drops
Bitch, I emcee from the treetops
Now your favorite emcee's giving me props
Because I keep it hood like a beatbox
Every time I speak, then the beat drops
Bitch, I emcee from the treetops
Every G in the hood's giving me props
Because I bang hard like a beatbox
I'm living my life right by the book of Christ
But folks are gon' hate cause you look nice
You look like a model, so they follow you
I guess it's true, they worship an idol
And the bible is a sore spot
Never put anyone in my life before God
'Cause God is first
The rest come in second place
I reckon, or better yet
Set the record straight
You'll never see me dwell on the static
I've had it with the beef, it's melodramatic
The state of rap is tragic
Imagine what rappers would look like
Without all the fashion
At magazine interviews, I be asking 'em
Where did it go wrong
And how did it happen?
But all I hear is reporters babbling
Taking me way out of context
When I gab with 'em
Every time I speak, then the beat drops
Bitch, I emcee from the treetops
Now your favorite emcee's giving me props
Because I keep it hood like a beatbox
Every time I speak, then the beat drops
Bitch, I emcee from the treetops
Every G in the hood's giving me props
Because I bang hard like a beatbox

Written by:
Ryan Evans

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