Proof, Chino XL - The Beats, The Rhymes lyrics

The ayo
Nigga I do shit you can't do nigga
Just know what ayo put me on blast from
The top of this joint i gotchu
Yes, yes, yes yes y'all, yes yes
Yes yes y'all
Yes, yes, yes yes y'all, say it
Yes yes y'all it's not my time
(Yes yes, yall, sing it yes yes y'all)
It's not too late
(Sing it yes yes y'all, sing
It yes yes y'all, yes yes y'all)
(Sing it yes yes y'all, yes yes y'all)

What does the mic and beat mean to me
It's more than just greenery
It's not what I dream to be
It's savage with thievery
Easily I was sucked in by
These labels that fucked me
Over and over with again trying
To hold on your publishing
It's not what you think it is
Imagine a stinking kid
Fiendin' for a dream and snap
And a blink it is
Before ya eyes you and all ya guys then
The toilet rise, oh shit, your wallet dies
You in love with this Hip-Hop
You don't care when the shit stop
But then the shit stop and you
Overflow when you get dropped
It's back to the street again
Search for the beat again
Find the love again
A piece of paper I need a pen
This is the essence man for
Me and my blessed friends
Although we on separate ends
Proof got his second wind
But hate what I become fill
The venom in my tongue
But, I could find myself by
The rhythm of the drum

It's the beats
(The beats) , the rhymes (The rhymes)
The mic (The mic) the shine (The shine)
It's yours (It's yours) it's mine (It's mine)
This our time y'all niggas get back in line
It's the beats
(The beats) , the rhymes (The rhymes)
The mic (The mic) the shine (The shine)
It's yours (It's yours) it's mine (It's mine)
It's our time y'all niggas get back in line

Is it okay if the Neptunes didn't produce me?
(Yes) is it okay if I poor my
Heart out over Loose leaf? (Yes)
Is it okay wack rappers die
And I don't lose sleep?
Excuse me but hip hop these
Days it don't enthuse me
I been framed like Mona Lisa
Crucified like Easter
My dreams I still leave none
Dead like Mother Theresa
Trekked to be a star show
No emotion like Data
The business is gay and it's homeless
Got not close to come outta
Matter of fact it takes a real
Nigga like Proof to understand me
I can't dress crazy like Outkast
To win the Grammy
Even ya' family tries to play you
Till you get all rich
The whole world is underhanded
Like a softball pitch
A while back to define rap
Was ill verses on albums
I spit it harder than
Hitchhiking with no thumbs
They're making Hip-Hop a joke when
There's nothing to smile at
I stay stoned like naked white
Women hoein' in Iraq
Would you rather be a revered reverend
Thug angel in heaven or
Famous in hell then yourself like
David Chapelle to sell
Lower your inner self for
Wealth from too stealth
I refuse to blow on verses that smell like
"Yo yo dawg niggas is wack but that
Money put some kid through college"
Fuck 'em I spit is vomit
They hit his garbage
So many follow what they really shallow
Would not allow my daughters to
Even watch the channel
Unless Alicia Keyes or Tina Marie
Is rockin' the piano
This ain't Chingy nigga, this is Chino
This flow right herr' be
Wetter than Finding Nemo
Fame ain't what I thought it be like
It's like midnight in the
Desert full of rattlesnakes
Waiting for one to strike

It's the beats
(The beats) , the rhymes (The rhymes)
The mic (The mic) the shine (The shine)
It's yours (It's yours) it's mine (It's mine)
This our time y'all niggas get back in line
It's the beats
(The beats) , the rhymes (The rhymes)
The mic (The mic) the shine (The shine)
It's yours (It's yours) it's mine (It's mine)
It's our time y'all niggas get back in line

I saw goods back and wonder (Some hell)
How I got over (Y'all be looking back
We getting over though)