How shall I rock thee?
Let me count the ways
(1 2 3 4 hit it)
The bass is thumpin the party is jumpin
I got the rhymes to keep your body pumpin
To keep you rockin that's what I intend ta
This ain't number one on the Sweet Tee agenda
I'm gonna break it down so you can see
The skillfull way I recite my poetry
Quick as a flash I'll pop upon the scene
Break out the Casio and the drum machine
Got to get busy, cause I know I'm down
As I tap into my instruments this funky sound
Prone to make your body start to perspire
As I turn the volume up higher and higher
Grab my JVC, pop in a cassette
Have the people stompin to my beat, you bet
Play it for my friends cause it sounds so neat
And they ask (What do you call it?) It's My Beat
(Ha, what?) It's My Beat
It's my beat
So take a minute and wipe your sweat
But don't lose your tissue, cause I'm not done yet
I'll jump on the stage, the crowd will come swarm in
And through the bass bottoms my beat'll come stormin
In, like a beast, breakin out of his cage
Pursuin eardrums with a deadly rage
Cold kickin ass, a blast from the past
First in line, all you weak ones are last
I'm simply novelist to say the least
And if I want to be conceited, I'll hear myself, chief
Ace lady rapper, cold queen of hip-hop
Have the people screamin (Sweet Tee, don't stop)
Just gettin busy, I'm tellin you, baby
Take it as a promise, no ifs, ands, or maybes
Totally convinced, I wouldn't call it conceit
But I'm Sweet Tee and it's my beat
I'm the entrepreneur of the hip-hop decor
Have you people rampagin and hit the dancefloor
