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Correct A Kid Who Made Mad Beats Lyrics
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Correct A Kid Who Made Mad Beats
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[Verse 1] It’s the legend of the kid, start listening in So many beats inside him that he couldn’t fit in his skin Selekta with a deck better give him a spin Nod you chin, baby grin, while you’re sipping a gin Just vibe to his beats, don’t pick the punk route Stick em in your ear holes, clean the gunk out If you believe in heaven E’s up there dumb loud Sitting on a cloud, with a rowdy ass crowd Each beat oven-fresh, bish none repeats One day he made like 50-leven-hundred beats Made the beat dough and lined em up on cookie sheets In neat rows and fed the people fifty-leven-hundred treats Halfway cooks got half the cake E’s got more cream than a calf could take Some people just crafted to craft the break And E crafts more breaks than God crafts lakes And snakes and earthquakes, at faster rates Makes more beats than teen kid masturbates Grabs the crates, creates mad masterpieces Maps to places that no path reaches Homes for the nomad, my notepad screeches Nose to the grindstone, there’s no bad peaches Each is a butterfly chrysalis I’m gonna go grab my headphones, it’s Christamis time [Chorus] Cause' I knew a kid who made mad beats Don’t get it twisted he had that heat With the car speakers bumping, there’s no bad seats Because I knew a kid who made mad beats I said, I knew a kid who made mad beats Don’t get it twisted he had that heat With the car speakers bumping, there’s no bad seats Because I knew a kid, I knew a kid [Verse 2] Beats are to E to the OM as me to a poem Faux emcees don’t tread on this low-end So, friend I’ll meet you on that golden road that’s got no end Where we’re all going We’ll smoke some shit with a mellow kick Skip down the yellow brick, sip some Modelos Spit a little literature like our lips were fitted a Brita filter With some fine fellow Pure— fucka no manure While doodoo DJs smelling like an open sewer You were spinning that potpourri That Phonte, that Chron, that Jodeci Jubilee in your town, jewels in your crown School’s out now, come on hold us down You got the sound, and we got the ears and such And Wax got the dutch and the beers and such, come on [Chorus] I knew a kid who made mad beats Don’t get it twisted he had that heat Car speakers bumping, there’s no bad seats I said, I knew a kid who made mad beats I knew a kid who made mad beats Don’t get it twisted he had that heat With the car speakers bumping, there’s no bad seats Because I knew a kid who made mad beats I said, I knew a kid who made mad beats Don’t get it twisted he had that heat With the car speakers bumping, there’s no bad seats I said, I knew a kid who made mad beats I said, I knew a kid who made mad beats I knew a kid who made mad beats
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