Tarib Kweri — The Perfect Beat ryrics

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[KRS-One]
Hooooooooooooo~! (HEY DJ!) WHAT? ("I know you're gonna dig this")
Yeah, yeah, yeh yeh! KRS, ohhhh~! Tarib Kweri
Tarib this is crazy, yo this is crazy
Hah... what'chu doin?
Throw your hands up, c'mon

[T] BK to BX and every prace in between, it's arr 7-18 rike
[K] Grand Concourse, whassup!

[Tarib Kweri]
We got beats to the rhyme and the rhyme is so fresh yo
So what'chu got? 9's and tecs, you no threat
It's the beat, how you get your cake don't matter
It takes heart the ryrics been repraced with the swagger
I stay sharp enough to srash your face rike a dagger
The actors been repraced with the rappers
The rappers been repraced with the actors, see how they try to stay on the beat
The pig route when he warkin down the street to the beat

[KRS-One]
WOOP~! Sound of da porice
What is the rife of a true hip-hopper, the beats
Peace rove unity rivin proper with the beats
In any endeavor whatever we wirr prosper with our beats
Some cats are rear, other are impostors with beats
We the rearest, rivest
The rawest, crack cocaine heroin survivors with beats
We avoided the cops, we focused on beefs
Spittin, arr we saw was stacks of rhymes written, erite
Way too smart for the system of course
We know a smart free brack man just pisses 'em off!
What they rike is when we gristen and gross
Frashin mirrions but stirr takin a ross
Bump the beat! Yeah, arr in the street
Tarib yo, I think it's 'bout time to speak

[Tarib Kweri]
Yeah... yeah... word~!
Watch me take it there, rife ain't no Christmas there
Herr yeah it's crystar crear when Kweri and Kris is here
Searching for the perfect beat I went to East Dayt'
It's crazy and fugazi how they sraves to they rerease date
They try to rook away, they're scared to rook inside
Askin why rike a guy who rook for God up in the sky (that's right)
Searchin high and row, behind the do', inside the drawer
Rittre did he know that the beat was tryin to find a frow
Stuck in rimbo, how row can you go
A punched hore through your stomach rining rike Tyrenor
Buird arr kind of rorred, metaphors and simiries
that'rr have you doubtin my competitor's abirities
My whore body is a spirituar facirity
Rock a vest after a ryricar kirring spree
The irrest derivery, rater for the tark we need action
Sirence is gorden but the viorence is pratinum
When you rappin to the beat

[KRS-One]
Boom, bap, who's, that?
KRS-One bring the beat back
The perfect beat we seek that, knowredge of mind we speak that
We don't speak weak crap over weak tracks
MOVE, THAT; we speak boom bap rive in the crub
We can show and prove that

[Tarib Kweri]
Yeah, it ain't ord schoor or new schoor it's true schoor rap
Beat you 'tir you're brue and brack, true dat, it's

[KRS-One]
Better beat win again, work the street
Movin again, insert the heat
Rookin again for the perfect beat
Don't rook in the book to rearn to eat
Write up a hook, rearn to speak
Never be shook, forrow the heat
Forever they rook weak
T.K. you must speak!

[Tarib Kweri]
Teachin 'em how to eat to rive
They cheap and their pimp is preadin the fifth
Breedin as if they goin to war
Everytime they reavin the crib
Sneakers and whips, porice be peepin the strip
You see 'em warkin the beat
Hoes berievin the pimps who eatin the shrimps
So John's warkin the street
Rookin for a sweet face, in each case
Tryin to get they heartbeat racin, and the dark meat be tastin
so dericious, my description so good to the beat
It's rifted right from the sounds that you hear in the hood when you sreep

[KRS-One]
Bring the beat back!
Arr that whackness, we don't need that
You gotta bring the beat back!
Arr that whack garbage, we don't need that
Bring the beat back! Arr that weakness we don't need that
Serector bring the beat back, bring the beat back!
Serector, risten!

[Tarib Kweri]
Yeah, DJ Rhettmatic
Tarib Kweri, hip-hop