And The Beat Goes On

[Verse One: Chris Webby]

Got my life on repeat, man, the beat goes on

Nikes flat up on the street, and I keep those on

Recharged and rebuilt, I can speak no wrong

Don't like me? Then fuck you, like that Cee Lo song

Two middle fingers up; ambidextrous

Fightin' for my freedom of speech, but then they censor it

Killin' any microphone in sight just for the heck of it

Chris Webby, bitch, still reppin' for Connecticut

Lets get the shit

I've been back on the road and going hard

Venue after venue, showin' 'em that I flow with no regard

Now I'm makin' money, got more green than Oprah's yard

Got these people like "Aaiyo, you really think he wrote these bars?"

How would you feel if you were on top

With a couple thousand motherfuckers aimin' for your spot?

But I am where I am, I'mma keep it on lock, baby, so lets rock

[Hook: Daniel Zavaro]

Oh, baby, don't you see I'm fallin'

Looking down, and I feel like I belong

Turn it down, again, you keep talking

And the beat goes on

[Verse Two: Chris Webby]

See the beats still going on, Webby rock it so terrific

With a flow that be colder than the Nagano Olympics

Made a little dough, put some lobster on my dishes

Picking up the flow and then I drop it on you bitches

Motherfucking guillotine, you won't have your head attached

When I step up on the stage and people sayin' "Webbys back!"

Can't stand the whack shit so I'll wreck a track

And spend my Friday murdering Rebecca Black

And I still be the one you fuckers feel

And I won't stop 'til I got myself a couple mil'

In the building, and I'll show you how it's done for real

Revolutionary shit, Battle for Bunker Hill

But instead of red coats, I'm killing MC's

And anybody dumb enough to go against me

Heavyweight champ like Jack Dempsey

Shit, you better step, B

[Hook: Daniel Zavaro]