Gotta love livin when the beats don’t stop
Slapping on that ass till the cheeks get hot
Fire up the mic turn the volume to the top
Do I have sick beats? Uh, yeah probably not

What I got is fascination with vibrations and waves
A strange aggravation around how we behave
Add this iteration’s alliteration hit save
And give the naughty people all the beats they crave

While I cave to every unique personality I greet
Tends to mean that I cannot keep a secret too discreet
Just agreeing to each and every new idea that I meet
Syncopating with the rhythm and then playing with the beat

It’s a feat being lyrically intellectually elite
But frequently I’m a geek end up tripping on my feet
Admit that my position in this system is pretty sweet
Can’t defeat enemies when your ass gets beat

Get beat
Sick beat
Bring heat
Beat meat

Gotta love livin when the beats don’t stop
Slapping on that ass till the cheeks get hot
Fire up the mic turn the volume to the top
Do I have sick beats? Uh, yeah probably not

What I got is just a little bit of idiotic verse
Uttering curses that my mother wouldn’t want me to disperse
As she clutches at her breast and squeezes tightly on her purse
Could be worse I would probably not be rapping in a hearse

As I burst on the scene sputtering ridiculous rhymes
Probably saying the same shit that I uttered a hundred times
Gutted while you utterly stutter these paradigms
Muttering guff about the government goons committing crimes

Buffoons at the Times provide headlines on the streets
Cartoons draw lines around what happens in the sheets
Pretty neat I can sit inside my basement while it sleets
Putting rhyming words together over overzealous beats

Get beat
Sick beat
Bring heat
Beat meat

Gotta love livin when the beats don’t stop
Slapping on that ass till the cheeks get hot
Fire up the mic turn the volume to the top
Do I have sick beats? Uh, yeah probably not

What I got is a sense of importance exorbitantly distorted
Contorted beyond assorted disorders have reported
Ignoring all the torture that fortune has recorded
Purportedly unrewarded the borders have been thwarted

Imported all the data performed all the analyses
Rallied all the callusy cowboys from the fallacies
Palaces endowed with a thousand virtualities
Towns of formality balanced personalities

Other abnormalities manifest as valid
Platelets leave the space and then your face gets pallid
Try to build a banger but I belted out a ballad
Slinging word salad with a premise that’s invalid

Get beat
Sick beat
Bring heat
Beat meat

Gotta love livin when the beats don’t stop
Slapping on that ass till the cheeks get hot
Fire up the mic turn the volume to the top
Do I have sick beats? Uh, yeah probably not

What I got is not a lot of ability to pay attention
Tend towards dissention not to mention good intentions
My style is always riding the liminal intersection
Between jacked introspection and packet inspection

Dissection of every limited interaction that I have
Tension in my shoulder to the back of my calves
Take me as a whole and then cut me in halves
Anoint the point of incision liberally with a salve

As I grab every alliterative adjective in sight
Just to spite those who might think my ass is too tight
Beat it with your hand or with any object in sight
Make that booty jiggle when the beat’s just right

Get beat
Sick beat
Bring heat
Beat meat

art: ‘Woman Spanking Another Woman with a Slipper”, Georges Topfer
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