Beat Biter(Original 12'' Extended Version) Songtext
von MC Shan

My name is 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 rock 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
Sticks are so slick that they can't be greased
What I really hate most, beat bitin′ MCs

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 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′ll 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 moms 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 takin' you out

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′s the tree
As essential to my mind as my eyes must see
I expand one′s thoughts to the very extreme
Have you thinkin' something′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"
Because once I start, I'm gonna cold get ill
And at times it takes a posse just to make me chill
I′ll 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 can't get loose

When I come strollin′ through a hip-hop joint
The suckers all flee and my fans just point
I battled MCs from across the world
So wack that they couldn′t even beat my girl
I really don't care what title you claim

King or queen, don′t mention my name
Don't try to diss Shan to build up clout
′Cause you'll set yourself up for me to take you out

No one really knows what I′m capable of
Me and rap go together like a hand and glove
"What entices you to bite?" This you can quote
People can't understand half the rhymes you wrote
At least let your words be understood
Instead of stealin' from another whose sounds half good
I′m gonna tell you now, I don′t want you around
So when day turns night, you best skip town

If you don't like it, gotta handle it, Gus
This industry ain′t big enough for two of us

So you better be gone by the time sunset
'Cause I′ma come a-lookin', this you can bet

Take my aim, hold my mic steady
Six full rhymes and six rhymes ready
For years to come it will be talked about
How I fired this rhyme that took you out
Beat biter

When you were just a kid with your runny nose
With your Everlast 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

People souped you up, told you you were nice
Not only rock it 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 MCs that tried to riff
But they wound up on the slabs as an MC stiff
A typographical error, God bless the dead
Don′t take it too 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 hit you as a state of shock
It′s not how much you make, it's how much you rock