B. Reith - After the Beep lyrics

[Verse 1: B. Reith] Ay, ay, ay Here I go Deep South flow Moved down here seven years ago Ever since then I spit Gumbo Little bit of pop Little bit of soul Little bit of Rock and a little bit of Roll So they come a little bit, can I get an 'oooh'? Can I get an 'Eh', 'Eh', can I get an 'Oh"? Game wrapped up. Ribbon. Bow Slice that beat, call me Kimbo Like Turkey, Istanbul Spit that fast, rhythm, slow it down So they can understand Why I flipped up and went Hip Hop Seize the game, ain't got no slots Didn't accept me the way I am I'm not whoever you say I am Don't compare me to you know who That's just so like, 2002 Now I'm coming through with a chip on my shoulder Got something to prove but nothing to lose That, that combos dangerous, they banging this From Bangladesh to Cambridge I'm slang with this, bilingual, Spanglish If tú no comprendes, this man caliente Do this for gente, so I can pay me rent eh Since they, sense of me, because I refuse to pretend to be A beneficiary of this industry I gotta wait to speak 'till after the *beep* [Verse 2: B. Reith] Verse two, how many of you Wanna be a rapper when you grow up, hmm? OK, here's a couple rules: Things you should no do, and never do: Rule 1: Don't do it for the fame Don't for the money or you'll never be the same You'll lose yourself trying to rock them chains Drool on yourself trying to sport them thangs Rule 2: Pick a name that's easy to remember and explain Not hard to spell, not hard to say I learned that one the hard way Save them pennies like Hardaway If you gotta work part time today, don't complain Music is a really cool job, only problem is that it barely pays And don't be a carbon copy That's just unarmed robbery Stay true to your artistry No matter how hard it seems These people are hard to please So don't bother tryin' You ain't selling it, they ain't buying It's plain and simple, I ain't lying Tell 'em Isaiah, they won't listen to Brian [Verse 3: Isaiah Tate] Yeah, And I feeling like B Gotta talk Brits, gotta talk Keys To make your name in this industry If I ain't talking girls they ain't feeling me Like, man, he wack (He wack) Isaiah Tate where your piece at? But he came to Earth, with a peace sign Like E.T. but I from the new town Word up, I'm like Merlin, with a verse its Ever since life, I've been purchased By the merchant who got more bucks Touched G, thats [?] Coming for the queen like Illmatic Me and B. are like Stillmatic Watching The Throne like a field-magnet And I feel tragic like Park Jura**ic For the Aftermath like Marshall Mathers Forget about what Shady do Stuck to the script like Krazy Glue True, eyes on the Kate, ah MG hitting as like AI [?] Live for His name not gradually So I can live cool right after the *beep*