Listen up, learn, you´ll get your turn
I´m sendin´ this out to all it may concern
The party master Everlast is here
Before we begin I´m gonna make this clear

I don´t take no short cuts, Bilal adds dope cuts
If girls were around I´d grab and grope butts
And if she got a man and he tries to step up
It´s ashes to ashes and dust gets swept up

Tryin´ to step to me, boy, you must be sick
Got a nine in my pocket, takin´ heads out quick
I make my music loud, my parents proud
There´s not an artist alive drawing a better crowd

Than the Everlasting operator droppin´ a groove
To make you get up and dance while I bust this move
And talk about myself, I don´t need a partner
Bilal has the cuts then I´ll help start the show

Let a lyric flow and you´ll know
I make you jump up out your seats, scream and say,?Ho?
You fall back down completely exhausted
Once you had the sound but now it seems you lost it

You´re worn out, you can´t take no more
Since Everlast and Bilal took control of the floor
So jump out your seat, move your feet
´Cause the beat´s complete, I´m never missin´ a beat

Never missin´ a beat, never missin´ a beat
Never missin´ a beat, never missin´ a beat

There´s no need for askin´, I´m the Everlastin´
My mind is a poll and I´m gonna cast in
The ocean of words and pull out a new rhyme
And if it feels good then I´ll do it two times

Or maybe three, four, or even five times
When I´m done Bilal cuts up my rhyme
He´s my partner, not a stand-in
On a ´Highway to Heaven´ just like Mike Landon

And when it comes to battles my boy´s a sure win
He´s been in more scandals than J.R. Ewing
Busted up more parties than five-o
When it comes to a fight my boy´s good to go

So step on stage, we duke it out like men
I beat you down with every word that flows out my pen
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And I was the Green Hornet Bilal´d be Kato

Right by my side kickin´ up dust
And if a sucker acts stupid, grab my gat and bust
You can´t run away ´cause my clip holds ten rhymes

If you been beaten once, I´ll beat you ten times
Worse than you ever been beaten before
I don´t drop my mic unless my throat gets sore

And that don´t happen because when I´m rappin´
My rhymes´d beat Gregory Hines if they was tappin´
So jump our your seat, move your feet
´Cause the beat´s complete, I´m never missin´ a beat

Never missin´ a beat, never missin´ a beat
Never missin´ a beat, never missin´ a beat
Never missin´ a beat, never, never missin´ a beat, never
Ain´t it funky, ain´t it funky

Lyrical and linguistic, somewhat artistic
Some call me a devil, others call me
Mystical like a crystal ball
And if you step to me you´ll take a fall

Just like the Roman Empire
Feel the wrath of a devil´s hellfire
Callin´ me a devil, some think it´s a diss
To me it´s just a name, it´s not stones and sticks

You can´t hurt me, I got a positive outlook
Readin´ my good book or maybe some philosophy
Like Socrates and Plato
Step to me with drugs I just say no

But I´ll drink some lemonade if it´s wilder
I´m down with DLC and the Styler
The Div Einstein of rhyme is down with me
´Cause he knows that I´m on my way

I will not stray
From the path of knowledge that´ll earn my pay
I think for myself, I take advice
And if I did it wrong once then I do it twice

I check my steps, make sure they´re correct
And that´s why me and DLC get respect
So jump our your seat, move your feet
´Cause the beat´s complete, I´m never missin´ a beat

Never missin´ a beat, never missin´ a beat
Never missin´ a beat, never missin´ a beat