Dope

Keep your hands clappin' {repeats in BG}

Yo, cut the lights down in here so I can get funky on the mic and bring out the Dope
You know what I’m sayin'
Who likes Dope? Throw your hands in the air if you like Dope…
Dope beat that is…we want to make this clear
My man, T.C., right here gonna show you how it's done
Why don’t you show ‘em how it's done

Can you cope – nope
Because there is no hope
You're a tweaker for the speaker
‘Cause the beat is dope
The first to come, the last to go
The dope beat boy from the land of snow
Let me break so I make it unmistakeably clear
In the 1990's I will appear
A preacher, a teacher – I might reach ya
Catch a heart attack, a stroke, a mild seizure
But that was a test to test your reflex
My rhymes get fresher and deffer but what's next
Sound the red alert and brothers go berserk
You better make it work or you'll be leavin' hurt
Check out the melody, this ain't no fantasy
This is a T.C. dope beat jam emergency
You wanna get high, forget the smoke
My beat’s one hundred percent pure DOPE

CHORUS:
Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope
Here what I’m sayin'?
This beat is dope, dope, dope, dope, dope
Here what I’m sayin'?
This beat is dope, dope, dope, dope, dope
Here what I'm sayin'?
This beat is dope, dope, dope, dope, dope
Here what I’m sayin'?

Had to come with it, took me ten minutes
Bust a funky rhyme word up, I did it
There's no excuse for a groove without flavor
Lend me your ears, follow me and I'll save ya
Funky ‘cause I'm a hip hop junky
Brothers goin' crazy in here just like the monkey
The Master, the lasta' – I got a taska
You ask me a question, I left ya unanswered
Like ice, spice – ya never too nice
I threw a fresh rhyme – it sounded precise
This is the one that I never rehearsed
I just came to the studio and went to work
So listen to me check it, while I cold perfect it
Rock a def beat hip-hop you inject it
I'm the one that's on the mic
And I'm going to cold raw kick it all through the night
So everybody listen word I'm not dissin'
Comin' with the rhyme and I'm hittin'
King of all kings, Master of all things
Lotsa gold rings and cash when I sing
Out loud to the crowd I step correct
And yet you can't forget I'm like Russian Roulette bet
T.C. hype like the risin' sun
A star shinin' bright we're two for one
So intricate you start to trip
And bit by bit one hit you're lit
How can you handle this?

CHORUS

The beat is dope, dope, dope, dope, dope
The beat is dope

Break it down, break it down
Break it down like this
What a player, criminal slayer
Crime eliminator
My name is the claim that's on your lip
Get funky with the rhythm and check out this
I'm the sea, I'm the land, I'm a five piece band
And in case you didn't know, my name's Sir Jam
Jam, J-J-Jam (T.C. on the plate now)
Jam, J-J-Jam (Pump it up for me)

So check it, respect it, rock and perfect it
Comin' at you strong and cold kickin'
I want you to know I'm good to go
Bust a funky rhyme word up I'm doin' my show
And as of the mission so listen, the attitudism
Kick up the beat to the bonafide rhythm
My chef giant Jeff, his recipe's fresh
Star pump scratch if you wanna be sheer death
Real McCoy and I'm givin' you joy
So listen up word, ‘cause I employ
Sir Jam and we rock the planet
And I'm gonna tell you word, I am the man

DOPE…hear what I'm sayin'
Hear what I'm sayin'
Hear what I'm sayin'
Hear what I'm sayin'