This is a song about "Rock the beat"

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Then the next we brush rock bottom

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Game face is fatal, rock the beat to the cradle.

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

Signin titties at the rock shows

Every night i stroke hoes

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

The bed that stood before me was nothing but a rock

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

Ad-rock said the beat bout to drop/

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Can't beat the beat generation