Beat Box Lyrics

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