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 swarm in

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