Beat Me by TheNPC Lyrics
[Intro]
CPN
Great moments are born from great opportunities
Hahahahahaha
[Hook]
It's me (Ay)
I get paid but when I can't trap
Then I can't be free
I get time for the speed
I'm good for the fee
But when I'm in a race
Man you can't beat me
[Verse]
Think you're hard
Tall boy don't stab nah you'll get Shard
It's hard
Get man scarred
With this speed man fast
So I hit like Ramadan I beat man passed
If we're stars
You're the Sun
UY Scuti here yeah man a bigger star
And Imma get my son
Then I'm your dad
Need that custody B my bad
But man will get a phone call from your mum
And she'll be mad (Rrr)
Running like a trap star
As a rap star I don't do distance I dash
When they wanna ask NPC
"How you gonna rhyme so fast, no crash?"
Man I'll make it simple
Even if I get a minute
I'll be picking up a pencil
While I sharpen up and thin it
And I get a little thing up
In my head it's like an image
Or a story with a finish
And the beat will be the sickest
Oh grimace
Heart be harsh old Guiness
Old record be finished
And I've spit for less than one minute
What's the point of competing
When I've got a flow that has a real raw feeling?
When I get a billi bars to the ceiling
But I confess I work hard at a beating
[Hook]
It's me (Ay)
I get paid but when I can't trap
Then I can't be free
I get time for the speed
I'm good for the fee
But when I'm in a race
Man you can't beat me
Hahahahahaha
CPN
Great moments are born from great opportunities
Hahahahahaha
[Hook]
It's me (Ay)
I get paid but when I can't trap
Then I can't be free
I get time for the speed
I'm good for the fee
But when I'm in a race
Man you can't beat me
[Verse]
Think you're hard
Tall boy don't stab nah you'll get Shard
It's hard
Get man scarred
With this speed man fast
So I hit like Ramadan I beat man passed
If we're stars
You're the Sun
UY Scuti here yeah man a bigger star
And Imma get my son
Then I'm your dad
Need that custody B my bad
But man will get a phone call from your mum
And she'll be mad (Rrr)
Running like a trap star
As a rap star I don't do distance I dash
When they wanna ask NPC
"How you gonna rhyme so fast, no crash?"
Man I'll make it simple
Even if I get a minute
I'll be picking up a pencil
While I sharpen up and thin it
And I get a little thing up
In my head it's like an image
Or a story with a finish
And the beat will be the sickest
Oh grimace
Heart be harsh old Guiness
Old record be finished
And I've spit for less than one minute
What's the point of competing
When I've got a flow that has a real raw feeling?
When I get a billi bars to the ceiling
But I confess I work hard at a beating
[Hook]
It's me (Ay)
I get paid but when I can't trap
Then I can't be free
I get time for the speed
I'm good for the fee
But when I'm in a race
Man you can't beat me
Hahahahahaha