Placin’ the Beat

Lyrics

[Intro] Placin', placin', placin' Placin' the beat Placin', placin', placin' Placin' the beat Yo, DJ Divine, Spyder-D, when y'all go on? Yo, he's goin' to place the beat [Verse 1: Spyder-D] Now at the count of four let's step on the floor And give the party people what they came here for Gonna place the beat where you can move your feet Guaranteed to lift you right up out of your seat You see my DJ is cuttin' the beat like it's nothin' Spyder-D is in the place and all of a sudden The atmosphere is live, there's not a seat occupied So at the count of four, let's all kick it live I said one, two, one, two, three, hit it! [Verse 2: Spyder-D] You see placin' a beat is so unique And the object of it all is to move your feet With the drum beat kickin' at a steady rate Ha, the hand clap rockin' with echo delay And then I yank the snare, and the high hat And let the kick drum carry the groove like that And with a touch of a button on my MCI I can put 'em back in at the wink of an eye And if I get the urge and feel I wanna splurge I'll add a little with a touch of reverb I'll yank the drum and let the bass ride I'll add the emulator while the hand claps rise You see this ain't no trick, just the skills of a master Like ants in your pants it'll make you all have to Dance and prance, you just can't be still Here come the LinnDrum so let's get ill Placin' the beat [Verse 3: Spyder-D] You see I got the rhythm and the groove And you got the beat and the body to move So come on everybody, let's leave your seat While Divine cuts it up and I place the beat So while a brother like me places the beat I want people like you to leave your seat 'Cause I'm a beat-placin', heart-breakin', girl-chasin' brother A captivatin', motivatin', cold-blooded lover Never bites and can't be bitten with the freshest beat written Like Sherlock Holmes when he's on the case Like elementary Watson 'cause here come the bass And if you got a little itch and you need a little scratch He's one of the best with the cuts so exact He goes by the name of DJ Divine Now cut it up my mellow while I say my rhyme And as I say my rhyme on the mic I'm gonna push a few buttons for your delight I'm gonna stop all the music so you can clap your hands While I place the beat and you proceed to dance Dance Dance Dance Dance Yeah, right about now I'd like to introduce the Spyder-D crew to you First in line, to say his rhymes, my mellow DJ Divine It's on you so what you wanna do? [Verse 4: DJ Divine; Spyder-C] When I start rockin' you know I'm shockin' When I'm on the tables you know I'm non-stoppin' Cut that record down to the bone I could even rap on the microphone Now I could say a def word and cut the record up And then I make you wanna dance and shake your butt Now I rock the party for one and all Party people, b-boys, big or small [Verse 5: Spyder-C; Spyder-D; MC JD] Spyder C, a-what you got for me? Well contradiction of a killer, better known as a thriller Here's MC JD, who's guaranteed to deliver I come last not least, I'm third in line I come fourth, come fifth, I'll still blow your mind And know everywhere we go, we're guaranteed to rock 'Cause we're the mighty four of the future shock [Verse 6: Spyder-D; Sparky D] And next on the mic is my girl Sparky D Well I'm Sparky D and I come from the 'Ville I represent the playgirls [?] and [?] I got light green eyes, I can rock the mic So come on everybody to the broad daylight You see I've got the rhythm and the groove And you've got the funk and body to move So come on everybody, let's leave your seat Well Divine cuts it up and I place the beat! (Rushtown, Tony Rome, D'Bora, Run-DMC, Davey D, Profile, Uptown Express, Spyder-D crew) Bass! (They are the best) [Verse 7: Spyder-D] So all you would-be kings of the drum machine Just keep in mind, huh, this one thing Spyder-D has a list, of drumbeat hits With rhythms so def they just can't miss They're fresh, never stale Legendary, not a tale Not a fable nor a myth Can't be played with I won't lend them so don't borrow Sucker DJs of tomorrow You mess with me and I'll show you no sorrow Make your own beats if you think you can hang While I drop down the beat like it ain't no thing [Verse 8: Spyder-D] And just to refresh your memory Here's that funky fresh rhythm that you can't be And while DJ Divine's turntable talks You beatbox biters best to step off 'Cause and my LinnDrum don't mess around My Yamaha bass got a funky sound MC Spyder-D, DJ Divine so viciously, rrah! I'm the capital S, the P, the Y The D-E-R, the smooth fly guy