FellowMan - (Do the Beat) Justice lyrics

[Hook] If you love this, lemme see you pump fist Do the beat justice! Peep the trumpet, not to be f**ed with Do the beat justice! If you love this, you can't flub this Do the beat justice! Your FellowMan 'bout to bust this, on the rough tip I do the beat justice! [Verse 1] I awoke to a dope ba**line Looked around the crib, wondering "is this place mine?" Never mind, yo that beat's live A peace pipe, pot of java, now I'm buzzing like a beehive Bare feet, concrete, get the street vibe Seems like a nice day to ride, go back inside Brush up, fix up, eat some eggs and grits up Wash the pits up, all that Slick Rick stuff Time to go, k** the radio Cut the lights off, shut the window, oh Put the Ipod on, press play, hey! It's that same damn beat that I've been hearing all day Kinda got a Face vibe, or maybe J-5 Either way whoever made it had a great time They must think I'm the rapper that should bless it So I'mma do my damnedest to finesse it [Hook] [Verse 2] Instrumentals by Dre and Primo Taught me about the several methods of making a mean flow I used to practice 'til my throat hurt Now I throw dirt on top of rappers' caskets with no work Most certainly I make it overt I melt emcees with ease, like a piece of Roquefort Speak my own words, freak beats so a**ured Handle like a beast on the curves I'm getting on your nerves, I don't give a f** I'mma rhyme "don't give a f**" with "don't give a f**," so what? Still be sounding hot 'cuz I flow rough Serve a serpent up like some burgers or some cold cuts I keep a straight face like "oh shucks," 'til I stroll up in the place with the cold strut They know what's up, touch stage with my old Chucks Do the beat justice, people go nuts! Come on [Hook] [Verse 3] Boom bap, let's bring '92 back Catch you rats up like a glue trap True cats who a**ess emcees check the prestige Conclude that FellowMan 100% beast I use rap to express my belief They don't respect you, don't respect the police They don't seem to sweat molesting priests, domestic beasts Embezzling thieves obsessed with greed Huh, rap for weeks like castle sieges Sweeping all the rats and fleas that pa** diseases Out of the cracks and creases, smash tracks to pieces Without a smattering of weakness This the Preakness, boy, that means thoroughbred So throw your muthaf**in hands over your head Give a devil a black eye, don't sue That's justice! and that's what we came to do So... [Hook]