This is a song about "Kil the beat"

Endless sporadic on the beat,

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

The revolution will proceed

When i spit on the beat,

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

It looks like the ghetto has us beat

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Can't beat the beat generation

Last of a dying breed

Thinkin im the guy to beat

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

So sit down and listen to the beat

But don't fall asleep

Shorty rocking to the beat.

Wack rappers... are a crime on the beat

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep