Beat Goes On

[Produced by Marcus D] [Hook: SunN.Y.] 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 [Verse 1: SunN.Y.] 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 [Hook] [Verse 2: SunN.Y.] 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: SunN.Y.] 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 [Hook]