The Beats, The Rhymes

Lyrics

The [?] Ayo Nigga I do shit you can't do nigga Just know what Ayo put me on blast from the top of this joint I gotchu Yes, yes, yes yes y'all, yes yes, yes yes y'all Yes, yes, yes yes y'all, say it, yes yes y'all It's not my time (Yes yes, yall, sing it yes yes y'all) It's not too late (Sing it yes yes y'all, sing it yes yes y'all, yes yes y'all) [?] (Sing it yes yes y'all, yes yes y'all) [Verse 1: Proof] What does the mic and beat mean to me, it's more than just greenery It's not what I dream to be, it's savage with thievery Easily I was sucked in by these labels that fucked me Over and over with again trying to hold on your publishing It's not what you think it is, imagine a stinking kid Fiendin' for a dream and snap and a blink it is Before ya eyes you and all ya guys then The toilet rise, oh shit, your wallet dies You in love with this hip-hop, you don't care when the shit stop But then the shit stop and you overflow when you get dropped It's back to the street again, search for the beat again Find the love again, a piece of paper I need a pen This is the essence man for me and my blessed friends Although we on separate ends, Proof got his second wind But hate what I become feel the venom in my tongue But I could find myself by the rhythm of the drum [Hook: Proof & Chino XL] It's the beats (The beats), the rhymes (The rhymes) The mic (The mic) the shine (The shine) It's yours (It's yours) it's mine (It's mine) This our time y'all niggas get back in line It's the beats (The beats), the rhymes (The rhymes) The mic (The mic) the shine (The shine) It's yours (It's yours) it's mine (It's mine) It's our time y'all niggas get back in line [Verse 2: Chino XL] Is it okay if the Neptunes didn't produce me? (Yes) Is it okay if I poor my heart out over Loose-leaf? (Yes) Is it okay wack rappers die and I don't lose sleep? Excuse me but hip hop these days it don't enthuse me I been framed like Mona Lisa, crucified like Easter My dreams I still leave none dead like Mother Theresa Trekked to be a star show no emotion like Data The business is gay and it's homeless, got not closet to come outta Matter of fact it takes a real nigga like Proof to understand me I can't dress crazy like Outkast to win the Grammy Even ya' family tries to play you till you get all rich The whole world is underhanded like a softball pitch A while back to define rap was ill verses on albums I spit it harder than hitchhiking with no thumbs They're making hip-hop a joke when there's nothing to smile at I stay stoned like naked white women hoein' in Iraq Would you rather be a revered reverend, thug angel in heaven or Famous in hell then [in?] yourself like David Chapelle to sell Lower your inner self for wealth from too stealth I refuse to blow on verses that smell like [Pricewell?] "Yo yo dawg niggas is wack but that money put some kid through college" Fuck 'em I spit is vomit, they hit his garbage, so many follow what they really shallow Would not allow my daughters to even watch the channel Unless Alicia Keyes or Tina Marie is rockin' the piano This ain't Chingy nigga, this is Chino This flow right herr' be wetter than Finding Nemo Fame ain't what I thought it be like It's like midnight in the desert full of rattlesnakes, waiting for one to strike [Hook: Proof & Chino XL] It's the beats (The beats), the rhymes (The rhymes) The mic (The mic) the shine (The shine) It's yours (It's yours) it's mine (It's mine) This our time y'all niggas get back in line It's the beats (The beats), the rhymes (The rhymes) The mic (The mic) the shine (The shine) It's yours (It's yours) it's mine (It's mine) It's our time y'all niggas get back in line [Melanie Rutherford & J-Hill] I saw goods back and wonder (Some hell) How I got over (Y'all be looking back, we getting over though)