I Need a Beat I Need a Beat [Verse 1: LL Cool J] If it's a malleable beat, subject of discussion You're motivated with the aid a percussion There's no category for this story It will rock in any territory I syncopate it and design it well Beat elevates, the scratch excels All techniques are a combination Of sk**s that I have for narration [Verse 2: LL Cool J] Lacking a melody, but still complete Providing musical energy for the street Lyrics are smooth for maximum effect Drum track patterns are pre-set Tom-toms, snares, hats, ba**, and cymbal Like that of a cat on the mic I'm nimble Basic patterns, grouped and changed Sequence frequent, seek and gain... Break... break... for narration Break two... break two... I'm in the center of a (I'm in the center of a) musical scorcher To some citizens it's a form of torture They hear me, they fear me, they hear me, they fear me I'm improvin' the conditions of the rap industry The beat will expand, to many foreign lands Germany, Italy, France and Japan It'll give you a lift, no need to sniff No bu*ts no how's no why's or if's It's you I defeated, they'll say you retreated Pick up your favorite magazine and read it Rap firepower, a musical shower-shower A picture-picture of me-of me on the Eiffel-Eiffel Tower-Tower I need a beat-beat... During-during journey, I'm your-your escort You're bein-bein protected-tected, a musical fort I'm infiltrating your eardrums Increasing their rate of vibration I wanna rock ya-rock ya, that's all you need to know-know I need a beat, is the title of the show-show Providing-viding pleasure on the musical measures All-all arranged, to alleviate pressure I'm up on your list, your party thera-therapist Beat programmer and lyri-lyricist Ladies Love Cool James, studio user A million or more screamin' people abuser I predict, this jam will hit The highest plateau in the world of music Paparazzi, wealth and fame The total propulsion, of my name I need a beat.. Computerize, and the engineer's eyes Have to be very acute, education level high The product is mine, beat under rhyme The control was part of the studio design Track after track, culminating on wax The tape has slack, rewind spins back Expensive but useful, the music is the fuel A perfect place for MCs to duel I need a beat... Farmer's Boulevard... Ha-Ha... Queens! Ladies Love Cool James! Cut Creator!