This is a song about "Killing the beat"

Renegades sent away for killing the beat

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Manny pacquiao on the beat

I keep my money neat

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Killing the cypher twenty five to lifer

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Killing the competition, without any permission,

First off congratulations on the win

Can't beat the beat generation

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

Killing sheep while i count the carcasses asleep.

From the back seat, back seat

I'm man handling the beat

The quibble's irony killing me, free of hyperbole

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see