Hook (Creedon):
Don't stop the beat
We can go on (Baby don't stop!)
Don't stop the beat (Don't stop)
Don't stop the beat
Don't stop the beat x2

Verse 1:
Don't stop the beat, I'll make ya stomp ya feet
To the rhythm, when I'm spittin', I'm known to get ya out ya seat
Bob and weave, left and right, for one common need
I flip the jargon, I'm just startin', so please pardon me
You know just who it's gotta be, there ain't no stoppin' me
Doper than poppy seeds, turn emcees to cottage cheese
I know you're thinkin' like "Dammit, The Klinik's on to me!"
Shut up before I might this microphone robbery
Too many wannabe's, not enough do it properly
So when you see me in public step to me cautiously
A lot of rappers are bitin' rhymes like piranha's, G
To me that shit is comedy, I shall be tossing thee
I know you heard me say this on the Rap Odyssey
But most these cats out here really can't do this properly
I spit this philosophy, as if I was Socrates
To the point that whack rappers start hangin' just like apostrophes
Why are these rappers appauling me?
Simply cuz they're lacking in their artistry
Everybody acts like they're of quality
When they're a novelty, they suffer from frivolity
Mic stand atrocities, my right hand is causing these
Rhymes to send chills down your spine, and cause you bodily
Harm, it's the charm, and plus you know the flow is probably
Better than winning the lottery in this bad economy
You gotta stop and see, obviously I'm the top emcee
A lobotomy has gotta be what a lotta these people thought I need
And I still do, plus your girl's on my mahogany, she's not into monogamy
I can't hardly get her up off of me
I'm solo now but know that I'm still problem solvin' whenever I rock the beat
When I rock the beat...

Hook x2

Verse 2:
I'll make a chick take a trip to get my growler filled
Blazin' spliffs while she's playing with my power drill
A sunny Sunday afternoon, got some Roberta Flack
In the whip, but she claims she never heard of that?
Shake my head and ignore her on the way to the brewery
Turn the beat up the 10 cuz I know that's why she fools with me
Plus the lyrics are sweet and keep fluidly
Movin' to the grooves that I'm producin' till they're booing me
Because I've been on the top too long
But I'm at the bottom right now, so I keep on rocking these songs
And never stop y'all! Yeah don't stop the beat
I got you jumpin' up and down just like a wallaby
Soon to be a local legend like Freddie and Wes
I keep that Hubbard in a country Montgomery chest
Come fuck with the best, don't spend your money on clowns
Most of the cats y'all cosigning are sucking right now
Too many people accept corny behavior
But if you say how you really feel then they call you a hater
So I take everything I hear with a grain of salt
I can't relate to that plain jane train of thought
Too many lames in this game, lane space is bought
And not given to the ones deserved to claim their props
Some had started out righteous but their aim was lost
The blame game mixed with change is a dangerous cost
Plus too many cats out here are claimin' boss
On some Tony Danza shit, it's time to take a loss
Now don't stop the beat unless that shit's whack
Threw your CD out the window before I heard the fifth track
Let's get back to some real music once again
The type of shit that makes ya throw your hands up in the air
Let's get back to some real music once again
Yeah, I think you know just what the fuck it is

Hook