The Perfect Beat

"Check this out..." Hooooooooooooo~! (HEY DJ!) WHAT? ("I know you're gonna dig this") Yeah, yeah, yeh yeh! KRS, ohhhh~! Talib Kweli Talib this is crazy, yo this is crazy Hah... what'chu doin? Throw your hands up, c'mon BK to BX and every place in between, it's all 7-18 like Grand Concourse, whassup! We got beats to the rhyme and the rhyme is so fresh yo So what'chu got? 9's and tecs, you no threat It's the beat, how you get your cake don't matter It takes heart the lyrics been replaced with the swagger I stay sharp enough to slash your face like a dagger The actors been replaced with the rappers The rappers been replaced with the actors, see how they try to stay on the beat The pig route when he walkin down the street to the beat WOOP~! Sound of da police What is the life of a true hip-hopper, the beats Peace love unity livin proper with the beats In any endeavor whatever we will prosper with our beats Some cats are real, other are impostors with beats We the realest, livest The rawest, crack cocaine heroin survivors with beats We avoided the cops, we focused on beefs Spittin, all we saw was stacks of rhymes written, elite Way too smart for the system of course We know a smart free black man just pisses 'em off! What they like is when we glisten and gloss Flashin millions but still takin a loss Bump the beat! Yeah, all in the street Talib yo, I think it's 'bout time to speak Yeah... yeah... word~! Watch me take it there, life ain't no Christmas there Hell yeah it's crystal clear when Kweli and Kris is here Searching for the perfect beat I went to East Dayt' It's crazy and fugazi how they slaves to they release date They try to look away, they're scared to look inside Askin why like a guy who look for God up in the sky (that's right) Searchin high and low, behind the do', inside the drawer Little did he know that the beat was tryin to find a flow Stuck in limbo, how low can you go A punched hole through your stomach lining like Tylenol Build all kind of rolled, metaphors and similies That'll have you doubtin my competitor's abilities My whole body is a spiritual facility Rock a vest after a lyrical killing spree The illest delivery, later for the talk we need action Silence is golden but the violence is platinum When you rappin to the beat Boom, bap, who's, that? KRS-One bring the beat back The perfect beat we seek that, knowledge of mind we speak that We don't speak weak crap over weak tracks MOVE, THAT; we speak boom bap live in the club We can show and prove that Yeah, it ain't old school or new school it's true school rap Beat you 'til you're blue and black, true dat, it's Better beat win again, work the street Movin again, insert the heat Lookin again for the perfect beat Don't look in the book to learn to eat Write up a hook, learn to speak Never be shook, follow the heat Forever they look weak T.K. you must speak! Teachin 'em how to eat to live They cheap and their pimp is pleadin the fifth Bleedin as if they goin to war Everytime they leavin the crib Sneakers and whips, police be peepin the strip You see 'em walkin the beat Hoes believin the pimps who eatin the shrimps So John's walkin the street Lookin for a sweet face, in each case Tryin to get they heartbeat racin, and the dark meat be tastin So delicious, my description so good to the beat It's lifted right from the sounds that you hear in the hood when you sleep Bring the beat back! All that whackness, we don't need that You gotta bring the beat back! All that whack garbage, we don't need that Bring the beat back! All that weakness we don't need that Selector bring the beat back, bring the beat back! Selector, listen! Yeah, DJ Rhettmatic Talib Kweli, hip-hop