Beat Biter Songtext
von MC Shan

(Beat biter)

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
"DJ Marley Marl and I am MC Shan"

Me and Marley Marl, we designed it well
You added some percussion though 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, beat-bitin' MC's
To make their own will 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 someplace
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 waitin' 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 sleaze bag 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 takin′ you out

(And I think I know who that somebody is)

(He don't know me very well, do he?)

You press rewind and say, "Man, I got to hear that twice"

Jack be nimble, Jack be quick


Sayin' things like that, you must be sick
I feel sorry for the souls, it really makes me sad
Tellin′ 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 thinkin′ somethin's real when it′s only a dream

If I was a perpetrator I'd feel ashamed
Puttin′ 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 prayin′ 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 somethin′ worthwhile so I kept my pride

Now that my neck is out of the noose
Rock parties so hard that you gotta get loose
(And I think I know who that somebody is)

"Boy, that no-good hawk"
"Whoa, back up boy"
"Boy, that no-good hawk"
"Whoa, back up boy"
"Time′s up, do you know the answer?"
"Why man, yes"

When you were just a kid with your runny nose
With your everlasting sneakers and your bummy clothes
Before you ever thought of makin' rap your trade
You were dreamin′ of Adidas while I got paid
Now you're sittin′ there wonderin' 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 sayin', "Ma, I wanna be like Shan"
I got the knowledge to know, the wisdom to speak
The understandin′ 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 to light, these things I said

Final judgment over all like a full fledged king
Some are sentenced to death, others never to sing
I′m chillin' for the moment, yes my friend
In a minute I′ll be makin' 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 DJ′s greater
Marley wax boppin′, Simonon's cut creator
(Cut up)
(And I think I know who that somebody is)