beat money not in the budget

so ill take what i need -- fuck it!

free beats stink like sickening feet

you heard right bitch, give me your beats

some take gold chains, i kill for 808 kicks

cant afford em so i got to take it

friday night, stormed the lab

guns blazin, warned the man

"i dont want your platinum piece or brietling,

i hear youre the beat king, you could catch a beating

so put in a DAT and mix the shit down

hand me the tape and get on the ground"

MC came out the booth, his face no use

so i shot it off, looked like tomato soup

that quick got the beat kings attention

he knew hed be next if he asked any questions

told him "i want it all, give me that fresh shit

or you could be next kid, believe me dont test it"

walked out the door with a tape full, paid in full

give me the beats or get left dead or disabled

give me your tired, your huddled beats

with dirty kicks from muffled feet

give me your raw beats, the ones you tossed aside

the ones too confusing where you lost time

give me your beats, give them all to me

listenin on acid until the walls breathe

any beats you got, i want em, ill take em

ill study em hard then flaunt while you taste em

with all of the bass in, the beats will beat you

break your face and seize your ears too

take what i can get, cause im runnin in trash

the beats you junked might become a smash

give me your beats, i demand it

hurry up and hand the shits over, goddamnit!

from what i can tell you just puttin em to waste

ill write rhymes and lace, and put em in tapes

i might approach you late at night

walking thru a park its dark "you got a light?"

you reach for a match, somethin dont seem clever

"the beats or your life", should have chose better

