When The Beat Comes In

Open the doors, let the people in

Turn up the mics, let me speak to them

Victorious when the evening ends

It all starts when the beat begins

You're now fuckin with the show stopper

A-l-i the Brother, since "'89's the number"

Fuck "another summer," I'm the world's most accurate

Take the roughest cats and get em passionate

Shake awake the walking dead Lazarus

With off-the-head narratives, it'm embarrassing

I mean, I'm the albino but y'all pale in comparison

I'm not arrogant, oh shit, well yeah, I'm arrogant

Grab the microphone out your arm so fast I tear a limb

Roman fashion, give yo soul a spasm

If you don't know find someone that knows and ask him

I'm right in front of ya, tight muthafuckin mic muzzler

Who might struggle ya, my shit's wild like that

There's 8 million ways to stretch words around beats

And 6 million rappers be sharin the same three

But me takin the time to be creative with mine

Touch your soul till I see it in your face when I rhyme

And in the two or three seconds it may take to rewind

I hold a rapper to the flames until I make him resign

Want nobody hold your place in this rhyme, you find a space to recline

You're dead, got to stay breakin your spine

Every father, mother, son and daughter send em to me

Do not approach the ock without bendin your knees

I might be on the stage but my head's in the streets

We settle the beef (when the beats commence) --> Run-DMC