Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Never Missin' A Beat, artist - Everlast. Album song Forever Everlasting, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.03.1990
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
Never Missin' A Beat |
Listen up, learn, you’ll get your turn |
I’m sendin this out to all it may concern |
The party master Everlast is here |
Before we begin I’m gonna make this clear |
I take no short cuts, Bilal adds dope cuts |
If girls were around I’d grab and grope butts |
And if she got a man and he tries to step up It’s ashes to ashes and dust gets swept up Tryin to step to me, boy, you must be sick |
Got a nine in my pocket, takin heads out quick |
I make my music loud, my parents proud |
There’s not an artist alive drawing a better crowd |
Than the Everlasting operator droppin a groove |
To make you get up and dance while I bust this move |
And talk about myself, I don’t need a partner |
Bilal has the cuts, then I’ll help start the |
Show, let a lyric flow and you’ll know |
I make you jump up out your seats, scream and say «ho!» |
You fall back down completely exhausted |
Once you had the sound, but now it seems you lost it You’re worn out, you can’t take no more |
Since Everlast and Bilal took control of the floor |
So jump out your seat, move your feet cause the beat’s complete |
I’m never missin a beat |
(Never missin a beat) -→ George Clinton |
There’s no need for askin, I’m the Everlastin |
My mind is a poll and I’m gonna cast in The ocean of words and pull out a new rhyme |
And if it feels good, then I’ll do it two times |
Or maybe three, four, or even five times |
When I’m done Bilal cuts up my rhyme |
He’s my partner, not a stand-in |
On a 'highway to heaven' just like Mike Landon |
And when it comes to battles my boy’s a sure win |
He’s been in more scandals than J.R. Ewing |
Busted up more parties than five-o |
When it comes to a fight my boy’s good to go So step on stage, we duke it out like men |
I beat you down with every word that flows out my pen |
And I was the Green Hornet Bilal’d be Kato |
Right by my side kickin up dust |
And if a sucker acts stupid, grab my gat and bust |
You can’t run away cause my clip holds ten rhymes |
If you been beaten once, I’ll beat you ten times |
Worse than you ever been beaten before |
I don’t drop my mic unless my throat gets sore |
And that don’t happen because when I’m rappin |
My rhymes’d beat Gregory Hines if they was tappin |
So jump our your seat, move your feet cause the beat’s complete |
I’m never missin a beat |
(Ain't it funky) |
Lyrical and linguistic, somewhat artistic |
Some call me a devil, others call me mystic- |
al like a crystal ball |
And if you step to me you’ll take a fall |
Just like the Roman Empire |
Feel the wrath of a devil’s hellfire |
Callin me a devil, some think it’s a diss |
To me it’s just a name, it’s not stones and sticks |
You can’t hurt me, I got a positive outlook |
Readin my good book |
Or maybe some philosophy like Socrates and Plato |
Step to me with drugs, I just say no But I’ll drink some lemonade if it’s (?) |
I’m down with DLC and the Styler |
The D-i-v-Einstein of rhyme |
Is down with me cause he knows that I’m |
On my way I will not stray |
From the path of knowledge that’ll earn my pay |
I think for myself, I take advice |
And if I did it wrong once, then I do it twice |
I check my steps, make sure they’re correct |
And that’s why me and DLC get respect |
So jump our your seat, move your feet cause the beat’s complete |
I’m never missin a beat |