Beat Biters Songtext
von Mars Black

You cats are hardly nothing like half an orgasm
We buck like Broncos with handguns for damn fun
Now there′s a lot of new faces in the Get It spot
Claiming that they get it hot
Everybody putting they city on the map
With they stolen raps and they copycat tracks
Now when these cats hunger, they hunger for me
I'mma show these cats what real hunger be
Claiming a thug life filled with guns and ki′s
Trying to be smallpox when I'm the disease
Word to your fake ass man
I heard when you got jumped, he ran
Only time your coke bubbles when you shake the can
You cats are fake every time you in the place
Showing me love, when I leave you hate
So I'mma tell you motherfuckers right to your face


Beat biter, no sock taker
Tell tale face, you ain′t nothing but a faker
I see through your style
Beat biter, no sock taker
Tell tale face, you ain′t nothing but a faker
I see through your style

Y'all swear y′all soft white, but you're barely cut
You swear you the shit, man you barely butt
Spitting a life that you overheard
But you can stay with that shit, and that′s my word
Your rap's played out like a Jheri Curl
These rappers are predictable, the whole game despicable
I came too far from the Coogi Chocalia
Coming every other week with my fucking re-up
And I′m not even a fucking drug dealer
Working class, I should have Amphealers
Obey the code
Body and soul, that's how I roll
Can't fuck with fake cats that give fake daps
That′s the real, black
Yo Kintch, bring the chorus back


Beat biter, no sock taker
Tell tale face, you ain′t nothing but a faker
I see through your style
Beat biter, no sock taker
Tell tale face, you ain't nothing but a faker
I see through your style

To all the cats selling dope like your life depends on it
Stop selling dope, your life depends on it
Hip hop is too big to reflect so small
How can you get so high and never fall?
But I′mma leave that shit to the rest of y'all
I wrestled in school, never basketball
Cause life′s a struggle, and I'm not that tall
You gotta find a new hustle, stay on the ball
But 3.5 ain′t serving all of y'all
Gotta keep your shit in order, tend to yours
Cause there's a sleeper cell somewhere preparing for war
Y′all preparing for whores, cooking outdoors
This is food for thought, just don′t eat off the floor
I just follow the rules that the land gave
Don't be mad if I don′t put my faith in what got you paid

Beat biter, no sock taker
Tell tale face, you ain't nothing but a faker
I see through your style
Beat biter, no sock taker
Tell tale face, you ain′t nothing but a faker
I see through your style