Ft. Dan Zavaro
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And the beat goes on
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Got my life on repeat man the beat goes on
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Nike¡¯s flat up on the street and I keep those on
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Recharged and rebuilt, I can speak no wrong
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Don¡¯t like me? Then f*ck you like that CeeLo song
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two middle fingers up, ambidextrous
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fightin for my freedom of speech but then they censor it
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killin any microphone in sight just for the heck of it
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It¡¯s Chris Webby bitch still reppin for Connecticut
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let¡¯s get this shit, uh
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I¡¯ve been back on the road and going hard
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Venue after venue showin em that I flow with no regard
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now I¡¯m making money, got more green than Oprah¡¯s yard
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got these people like, ¡°Are you really thinkin up these bars?¡±
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How would you feel if you were on top?
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with a couple thousand motherf*ckers aiming for your spot
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but I am where I am, I¡¯ma keep it on lock
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Baby so let¡¯s rock and the beat goes on
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Hook:
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Oh, baby don¡¯t you see I¡¯m falling
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Looking down and I feel like I¡¯m alone
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but it down again you keep talking
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and the beat goes on.
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Oh, baby don¡¯t you see I¡¯m falling
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Looking down and I feel like I¡¯m alone
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but it down again you keep talking
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and the beat goes on.
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See, the beat still going on
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Webby rock it so terrific with a flow that be colder
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than the Nagano Olympics made a little dough,
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put some lobster on my dishes pickin up the flow
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and then I drop it on you bitches
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I¡¯m a motherf*cking guilotine
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you won¡¯t have your head attached when I step up on the stage
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and people say that Webby¡¯s back
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can¡¯t stand the whack shit so I wreck a track
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and spend my Friday murdering Rebecca Black
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Uh, and I¡¯ll still be the one you f*ckers feel
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and I won¡¯t stop until I got myself a couple mil
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in the building and I¡¯ll show you how it¡¯s done for real
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revolutionary shit, battle of Bunker Hill
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But instead of Redcoats I¡¯m killin MC¡¯s
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anybody dumb enough to go against me
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heavyweight champ like Jack Dempsey
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shit you better step B
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And the beat goes on
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2 x Hook:
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Oh, baby don¡¯t you see I¡¯m falling
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Looking down and I feel like I¡¯m alone
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but it down again you keep talking
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and the beat goes on.
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Oh, baby don¡¯t you see I¡¯m falling
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Looking down and I feel like I¡¯m alone
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but it down again you keep talking
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and the beat goes on.
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And The Beat Goes On
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Chris Webby |