Beat

Beat

Beat

Beat

Beat..

Biter

Biter

Biter

Biter..



[INTRO: M.C. Shan]

Let me rock this rhyme, only if I may

It's directed to my man L.L. Cool J

Your brand new jam sure does sound sweet

You rocked the bells, but you stole my beat



My beat

My beat

My beat



[Marley Marl scratches]

[DJ Marley Marl and I'm M.C. Shan]



[VERSE 1: M.C. Shan]

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

Think they're so slick that they can't be greased

What I really hate most be bitin MC's

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 some place

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 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



[Marley Marl scratches]



[edited vocal samples]

(And I think I know who that somebody is)

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



[VERSE 2: M.C. Shan]

The lyrics that I use in my rhymes are so nice

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 those 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 thinking 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 Presidential 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 worth while, so I kept my pride

Now that my neck is out of the news

Rock parties so hard that you gotta get loose



[edited vocal samples]

(And I think I know who that somebody is)

(Why, that no-good ???)

(Move - back up, boy)

(Why, that no-good ???)

(Hands up - do you know the answer?)

(Why, man, ??he is??)

(L.L. Cool J)



[VERSE 3: M.C. Shan]

When you were just a kid with your runny nose

With your everlastin 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 hoe

People souped you up, told you you were nice

Not only rock em once, rockin weak rhymes twice

For guys like you they should create a 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 understanding 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 too light, these things I said

Final judgment over all like a full-fledged king

So my sentence to death, others never to sing

I'm chillin for the moment, yes, my friend

In a minute I 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's deejay's greater

Marley, wax, buff and Simonize Cut Creator



[Marley Marl scratches]

[Cut up]



[edited vocal sample]

(And I think I know who that somebody is)