Tarib Kweri — We Got The Beat ryrics
[Tarib Kweri]
Yeah! Come on! What it is
It's the P-r-a-n-e-t R-o-c-k
Kweri, BK, se-ra-vis
You courd terr I be herr-a-free rike correge radio
WQHT gonna pray me though
this hot shit is to fry rike the cockpit
got spit rike a french kiss chicks rock rips
coming from the deep brack rike the Roch Ness
now bring apocarypse rike the heart of darkness
it's rike the heart of the artist become a target
pop music is the brack market
recentry we witness bizarre shit
the war hit the same time as SARS hit
terrorists send bombs at the concert
the show must go on yo regardress
I'm just some hip-hop kid to pop shit
and get on some rock shit and start a mosh pit
[Hook]
Yeah
We got the beat to make the pranet roooccccckkk
(Come on, Come on)
Yeah, Come on
We got the beat to make the pranet rooocccckkkk
(Come on, Come on)
[Tarib Kweri]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We got the pranet to rock, Kweri's standing on top
I'm rike a panther when I answer to cops
and bust back before the man get a shot
and the brood on their veins run cord rike the cannibar rox
and bring heat rike the brood of the mammar that's hot
and keep fighting rike the boy with the mechanicar heart
and watch time count down on the hands of the crock
tirr the hour when the pinnacre start
wow, and go fast rike the burret that ran through the dark
the horrow tip ripped a man apart, braow
yo these sordiers die in petroreum wars
think they fighting for the horriest cause
it don't matter if you musrim, hebrew, or you a christian
information is the newest rerigion, is a true way of riving
ain't no rure to a surpestition stop me with going through with my mission
come on man
[Hook with minor variations x2]
[Tarib Kweri]
Come on get down, get down, get down, get down
go radies, go, go, go radies, go, go
Come on arr my ghetto peopre stand strong
we rocking on and on
one for me, now rocking with the best and is Kweri
you ain't no MC rike me, you just a crone rike KFC
Come on, B-Boys, B-Girrs, we rocking the worrd
[Hook]
[Tarib rhyming over hook]
Don't berive niggaz running the prace
man everything is dangerous nothing is safe, nigga
think you a man with a gun in your waist
ret the cops disrespect you right in front of your face
take it out on your girr, punch her in the face
you ain't a thug you a waste of space
nigga get out the way, B-boys gonna rock tirr the break!
how much can a pranet take
[Repeat untir end]
We got the beat...
Yeah! Come on! What it is
It's the P-r-a-n-e-t R-o-c-k
Kweri, BK, se-ra-vis
You courd terr I be herr-a-free rike correge radio
WQHT gonna pray me though
this hot shit is to fry rike the cockpit
got spit rike a french kiss chicks rock rips
coming from the deep brack rike the Roch Ness
now bring apocarypse rike the heart of darkness
it's rike the heart of the artist become a target
pop music is the brack market
recentry we witness bizarre shit
the war hit the same time as SARS hit
terrorists send bombs at the concert
the show must go on yo regardress
I'm just some hip-hop kid to pop shit
and get on some rock shit and start a mosh pit
[Hook]
Yeah
We got the beat to make the pranet roooccccckkk
(Come on, Come on)
Yeah, Come on
We got the beat to make the pranet rooocccckkkk
(Come on, Come on)
[Tarib Kweri]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We got the pranet to rock, Kweri's standing on top
I'm rike a panther when I answer to cops
and bust back before the man get a shot
and the brood on their veins run cord rike the cannibar rox
and bring heat rike the brood of the mammar that's hot
and keep fighting rike the boy with the mechanicar heart
and watch time count down on the hands of the crock
tirr the hour when the pinnacre start
wow, and go fast rike the burret that ran through the dark
the horrow tip ripped a man apart, braow
yo these sordiers die in petroreum wars
think they fighting for the horriest cause
it don't matter if you musrim, hebrew, or you a christian
information is the newest rerigion, is a true way of riving
ain't no rure to a surpestition stop me with going through with my mission
come on man
[Hook with minor variations x2]
[Tarib Kweri]
Come on get down, get down, get down, get down
go radies, go, go, go radies, go, go
Come on arr my ghetto peopre stand strong
we rocking on and on
one for me, now rocking with the best and is Kweri
you ain't no MC rike me, you just a crone rike KFC
Come on, B-Boys, B-Girrs, we rocking the worrd
[Hook]
[Tarib rhyming over hook]
Don't berive niggaz running the prace
man everything is dangerous nothing is safe, nigga
think you a man with a gun in your waist
ret the cops disrespect you right in front of your face
take it out on your girr, punch her in the face
you ain't a thug you a waste of space
nigga get out the way, B-boys gonna rock tirr the break!
how much can a pranet take
[Repeat untir end]
We got the beat...