Testo Beat Goes On - Marcus D

Beat Goes On

The beat goes on, the beat goes, the beat goes on
While the heat keeps growin, the heat keeps growin, the heat keeps growin
While the beat goes on, the beat goes on, the beat goes on
While the heat keeps growin, the heat keeps growin, the beat goes on
They know me from the rotten apple to the rotten peach
I been in these rotten streets at a spots for weeks
To the «A» trapped out, cotton mouth on the sweets
Flowing bars over producer’s swiftest beats
Suede 'Timbs on my feet make my cipher complete
Now the main objective is for my cipher to eat
As we decipher all familiars and we causing defeat
Celebrating smoked out with the broads in the jeep
Fellatio tops off on the top of the suite, 30 minutes as I beat
Then we gather for feast
2 hours later back in my lab, I’m back in the pad
What they lack is actual facts see here in these tracks
But it’s cool though the god is back as the beat goes on
As i told you the heat keeps growin Sun is out, when in doubt
Believe in the star, I’m the brightest one shining thus far
The beat goes on, the beat goes, the beat goes on
While the heat keeps growin, the heat keeps growin, the heat keeps growin
While the beat goes on, the beat goes on, the beat goes on
While the heat keeps growin, the heat keeps growin, the beat goes on
You know we here y’all see y’all smell you in the vicinity
Heresay firsthand plans on getting rid of me
Can and play your bop songs play chill bop along
Pop a thong watch my ex and next thing get along
Diddy flow through your section dapping your crew
Say peace to the goons yea we packing them too
First option y’all leave out black and blue
Or after this shoot your mans while we clapping at you
Under the strobe lights it’s happening too
Night time, crack a dawn, broad day, afternoon
Sober, even worse if it’s after the booze
Let’s just settle this now you won’t be after yous
Return of the MCs you niggas rap with who
What species is you, see we the rare creatures
Type of artists that survive without the A­list features
But we’ll catch you out your A­list clubs and beat ya
One the red carpet out your tight zines and ya spaceboot sneakers
The Sun is out, it only gets deeper
The beat goes on, the beat goes, the beat goes on
While the heat keeps growin, the heat keeps growin, the heat keeps growin
While the beat goes on, the beat goes on, the beat goes on
While the heat keeps growin, the heat keeps growin, the beat goes on
Now clap your hands everybody, if you got what it takes (what it takes)
What you’re hearing now is the son of New York and this is not for the fake!
So what if I’m a New York nigga putting on in the South
Mama wasn’t putting on she just put me out the house
Tad put me on the plane Breeze put me on the couch
Open mics around the A, put the mic up to the mouth
See the floor had open doors and then put me on the screen
Then the mayor of the A, came and put me on his team
But the team was so­so, I was feelin more pro
Not to mention I’m a CEO I needed more dough
Now you see the sunshining came through with more blow
Niggas hating on me now looking like, «Oh no»
Not him, can’t stop him, long as the heat keep growing, the beat go, go on
The beat goes on, the beat goes, the beat goes on
While the heat keeps growin, the heat keeps growin, the heat keeps growin
While the beat goes on, the beat goes on, the beat goes on
While the heat keeps growin, the heat keeps growin, the beat goes on