Released on October 10, 2000
[Intro: DJ Lethal & Run-DMC]
And the beat goes on
And the beat goes on
And the beat goes on
And the beat goes on
Run-DMC and Jam Master Jay
[Verse 1: Fred Durst]
L-I-M-P in the place to be
Never went to college or had an ID
Now all the critics wanna know about me
But if you read about me, you don't know about me
And new reporters wanna dog me
And stick their noses up my fuckin' ass before they rob me
In every lobby, you'll see my face on a Spin inside
Criticizin' my hobby again
These motherfuckers don't know (They don't know)
I open magazines, checkin' out my life like a fuckin' show
And now I'm gettin' mad at where the good was
You always put the bad at, I can't have that
See I'm the one who gets laughed at
But that shit'll pass, 'cause I always get the last laugh
And I'll keep comin' with my revenge
And leave you loose at the ends like a heroin syringe (D'oh)
And keep rollin' in this new Benz
With all my fake friends that break when the tape ends
I'm stayin' platinum on this Rolex (Platinum)
No need to go high-tech with all these seven-figure checks
'Cause I just won the lotto (Lotto)
My beats from DJ Lethal
My man John Otto, the Desperados
I found life gets so funny
With a single on the Billboard and a little bit of money
[Pre-Chorus: Fred Durst]
Now all the critics wanna hit it
All the critics wanna hit it
They shit can how we did it
All these critics wanna hit it
All these critics wanna hit it
They shit can how we did it
[Chorus: Fred Durst (DJ Lethal)]
It's like that y'all (And the beat goes on)
It's like that y'all
It's like that and a that
Like that y'all (And the beat goes on)
It's like that y'all (And the beat goes on)
It's like that y'all
It's like that and a that
Like that y'all (And the beat goes on)
[Verse 2: Reverand Run]
Yo, it's like a tick-a-tock, tee and a tick-a-tock too
A full-fledged member of the Hollis crew
Like a lime to a lemon, a lemon to a lime
It's DJ Run, comin' with the raucous of rhyme
The kings from Queens, from Queens come kings
Raisin' Hell like a class when the lunch bell rings
Beat, beat, y'all (y'all), and we don't quit (quit)
It's DJ Run, I'm about to flip, bust it
I'm gettin' cheddar, comin' better than the rest of y'all
Gettin' paid ever since the Fresh Festival
So deaf, your set that's a M-M-O
N-S, oh yes, Rev one in the flow
The King of Rock (who?), to be my hobby and job
And when I come and bring the raucous, suckers duck us and dodge
It's just a one-two-three (three), three to two, one (one)
My man, DMC, my name's DJ Run
The news is posted, the word is spread (spread)
DJ Run's comin' hard and rollin' with Fred
[Pre-Chorus: Fred Durst]
Now all the critics wanna hit it
All the critics wanna hit it
They shit can how we did it
All these critics wanna hit it
All these critics wanna hit it
They shit can how we did it
[Chorus: Fred Durst & DJ Lethal]
It's like that y'all (And the beat goes on)
It's like that y'all
It's like that and a that
Like that y'all (And the beat goes on)
Run-DMC and Jam Master Jay
[Fred Durst] It's like that y'all (And the beat goes on)
It's like that y'all
It's like that and a that
Like that y'all (And the beat goes on)
Run-DMC and Jam Master Jay
[Verse 3: John Otto]
For every average ear, beware of this content
Construct the scene, prolific
The beat sophisticate
To leave you less eminent, stuck
With the complex in this context
To bring divinity to all emcees, sophistry
This philosophy extends from the bass drum
Slay some, I lay some to rest
To screw legislation, put you on the quest for imitation
But now the sign reads "Foes" in my window pane
The high elevates and simulate your fate
Premature tape, ejaculate
Feel the thump just out the high eight
Phone rings heavy in your dome (Yeah)
I wonder what's it like to be a clone with that smiley goat
You so-called throat these notes
Deep throat through pass and paragraphs
Tracks, I know you can't understand
This abstract's enormous, my sound is enormous
[Pre-Chorus: Fred Durst]
Now all the critics wanna hit it
All the critics wanna hit it
They shit can how we did it
All these critics wanna hit it
All these critics wanna hit it
They shit can how we did it
[Chorus: Fred Durst & DJ Lethal]
It's like that y'all (And the beat goes on)
It's like that y'all
It's like that and a that
Like that y'all (And the beat goes on)
Run-DMC and Jam Master Jay
[Fred Durst] It's like that y'all (And the beat goes on)
It's like that y'all
It's like that and a that
Like that y'all (And the beat goes on)
Run-DMC and Jam Master Jay
It's like that y'all (And the beat goes on)
It's like that y'all
It's like that and a that
Like that y'all (And the beat goes on)
Run-DMC and Jam Master Jay
[Fred Durst] It's like that y'all (And the beat goes on)
It's like that y'all
It's like that and a that
Like that y'all (And the beat goes on)
Run-DMC and Jam Master Jay