Bonus Beat lyrics Lyrics

song lyrics Bonus Beat (Dave & Rob) lyrics Chubb Rock: Back in the days we wished to be a star Rap in the street, bang the beat on a car Swany D banged the hood so hard it would dent While Dave and Rob just invents A style so smooth and unique But then Rob went to school, Dave s on Wall Street With a suit and a tie, Rob has a book bag But deep in their hearts I knew they wished they had A chance to rap on the record heard on the radio I was making my second album and said, "Yo" No time to rehearse Yo, Rob, you re first To kick your text Homeboy, you re next Rob Swinga: This is Rob, first to rock the microphone To see all the chromosomes The DNA structure Will make you pucker Up your lips And say, "Boy, he s a trip" To Africa People want to go and laugh at ya Up you mighty race, you can accomplish what you will Cause I will kill The beat not the person, cause I don t ill like that I just rap and attack It ain t wack I love being black But you re scared cause society went boo Don t judge me as one of the many, but one of few That will do Anything I have to do To open your mind because you re numb This is serious, but I won t extract the fun So when I kick it like karate Bite you like arare If you kiss your teeth There s beef I have a shotty That s home waiting There s no escaping Bum, don t you know the sum of the parts is equal to whole And if you ve got heart Check out the roughest part It s part two Dave it s on you To kick the text Homeboy, you re next Dave: My rap is synonymous with perfection Suckers try to play me then they run for protection Think about it when it comes to the rhyming Originality, that with all the great timing Cause rapping with authority is the style that I am using So when you re at a party and you get to choosing The best I mean compared to the rest For style and class there is no contest I m not offended Or pretending I m just lending A bit of my rhyme and then I am sending A musical note to whom it may concern You wanna battle me, then you ll have to get burned Cause I ll meet you Beat you Over again Send you to the bar for a Heineken And then you ll come back for a rematch Or some haps until we kick it I ll say a fresh rhyme Of course you ll vick it Then I ll have to just beat you again I ll have to slay you Burn, broil, fry, and saut? you Cause taking out a punk like you is pure fun I ll stick you with a fork when I think you re done So savor Cause I will not do you any favors And all these suckers out there just Flava Flav imitators Chubb Rock: Yeah y all No time to fall I m gonna go to the top But I won t crawl Gonna jump and leap Not walk I m gonna run My pops is forty-five and I m a son of a gun It s Chubb Rock If you was wondering who It s a collaboration merely of the two With Rob and Dave They both had a page We was all down back in the days Doug, Martin, Gary, Johnny, Stan Jamey, Danny, Tony, Ezra, and Derrick, Joe, Russell, Kurt, Louis Roddle Gene, Malcolm, Sean Fisher, and Donald And the others that lived on Troy This record goes out to my homeboy... Donny Battle song lyrics