It's My Beat

How shall I rock thee? Let me count the ways (1-2-3-4 - hit it) The bass is thumpin, the party is jumpin I got the rhymes to keep your body pumpin To keep you rockin, that's what I intend ta This ain't number one on the Sweet Tee agenda I'm gonna break it down, so you can see The skillfull way I recite my poetry Quick as a flash, I'll pop upon the scene Break out the Casio and the drum machine Got to get busy, cause I know I'm down As I tap into my instruments this funky sound Prone to make your body start to perspire As I turn the volume up higher and higher Grab my JVC, pop in a cassette Have the people stompin to my beat, you bet Play it for my friends cause it sounds so neat And they ask (What do you call it?) It's My Beat (Ha, what?) It's My Beat It's my beat So take a minute and wipe your sweat But don't lose your tissue, cause I'm not done yet I'll jump on the stage, the crowd will come swarmin' And through the bass bottoms my beat'll come stormin' In, like a beast, breakin out of his cage Pursuin eardrums with a deadly rage Cold kickin ass, a blast from the past First in line, all you weak ones are last I'm simply novelist to say the least And if I want to be conceited, I'll hear myself, chief Ace lady rapper, cold queen of hip-hop Have the people screamin (Sweet Tee, don't stop) Just gettin busy, I'm tellin you, baby Take it as a promise, no ifs, ands, or maybes Totally convinced, I wouldn't call it conceit But I'm Sweet Tee and it's my beat I'm the entrepreneur of the hip-hop decor Have you people rampagin and hit the dancefloor Freak to my melody, get hip to my beat As I display my rhymes so viciously, see Eh, I'm on the top, number one, yes uno Don't play stupid, cause I know that you know So go take the chance cause you don't wanna miss Jazzy Joyce on the mix, rock my funky beat, bust this (It's in my shape About to work me to death) My beat is rough, but yet it's so tender Do the right thing, party people, surrender Go with the flow, cause I want you to know That the lady Sweet Tee is runnin this here show Ain't nothin to it but to go ahead and do it Don't need a pair of sneakers to run right through it Situation's stable, no question about it Me get rocked by who? I doubt it I'm only gonna tell you once, dog on it Do yourself a favor and g- g- get on it Super high post, I catch the beat with ease Demolishin rappers while I'm shootin the breeze So be on the look-out, Sweet Tee's comin Fast with the rhymes and twice as stunnin Make my day and you face defeat Cause I'm Sweet Tee and it's my beat (1-2-3-4 - hit it) Due to circumstances you'll have to be aware That Sweet Tee and Jazzy Joyce are definitely here To stay on the top, right where we belong And if you think we can be taken, I'm sorry, you're wrong Quite confidentially I'm well aware That I'm talkin out my face, but I just don't care Cause we're the ultimate, on the top, can't you see You better never ever sleep on Jazzy Joyce and Sweet Tee Jazzy Joyce (On the wheels) Jazzy Joyce (No one better) Jazzy Joyce (Speedin faster than a '86 Jetta) Cold bloody terrorizin, baby, that you can bet (And if you battle me, never let me see you sweat) Yo, put on your glasses, so that you can see That's right, it's all about Jazzy Joyce and Sweet Tee Now you know about us, my voice real clear Peace out, yo, be easy, Jazzy Joyce, we're outta here