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 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) -- George Clinton



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

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



(Ain't it funky)



Lyrical and linguistic, somewhat artistic

Some call me a devil, others call me mystic-

al 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 ( ? )

I'm down with DLC and the Styler

The D-i-v-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