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And The Beat Goes On

And The Beat Goes On Lyrics Chris Webby

[Verse 1]
Got my life on repeat, man, the beat goes on
Nikes flat up on the street, and I keep those on
Recharge then rebuild, I can speak no wrong
Don't like me? Then fuck you, like that Cee Lo song
Two middle fingers up, ambidextrous
Fightin' for my freedom of speech, but then they censor it
Killin' any microphone in sight just for the heck of it
It's Chris Webby, bitch, still rep it for Connecticut, let's get this shit
I been back on the road and goin' hard
Venue after venue, showin' them that I flow with no regard
Now I'm makin' money, got more green than Oprah's yard
Got these people like “Ayo, you really think he wrote these bars?”
How would you feel if you were on top?
With a couple thousand motherfuckers aiming' for your spot?
But I am where I am, I’mma keep it on lock
Baby, so let’s rock (and the beat goes on)

[Hook]
Oh, baby don’t you see I’m fallin'?
Lookin' down, and I feel like I’m alone
Burn it down again, you keep talkin'
And the beat goes on
Oh, baby don’t you see I’m fallin'?
Lookin' down, and I feel like I’m alone
Burn it down again, you keep talkin'
And the beat goes on

[Verse 2]
See, the beat still goin' on, Webby rock it so terrific
With a flow that be colder than the Nagano Olympics
Made a little dough, put some lobster on my dishes
Pickin' up the floor and then I drop it on you bitches
I’m a motherfuckin' guillotine, you won’t have your head attached
When I step up on the stage and people say that Webby’s back
Can’t stand the wack shit so I wreck a track
And spend my Friday murderin' Rebecca Black
And I’ll still be the one you fuckers feel
And I won’t stop until I got myself a couple mill'
In the building and I’ll show you how it’s done for real
Revolutionary shit, battle of Bunker Hill
But instead of redcoats, I’m killin' emcees
Anybody dumb enough to go against me
Heavyweight champ like Jack Dempsey
Shit you better step, B, (and the beat goes on)

[Hook x2]

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