No Beat, No Heat
MC Truth

Verse 1:
Yo, step back, it's time to get real,
You call that a track? Man, what’s the deal?
Hiding behind a mic, you think you’re the king,
But your beats are so weak, I'm not feeling a thing.

Chorus:
No beat, no heat, in your game you retreat,
Got no rhythm, got no flow, just admit defeat.
Your rhymes are so stale, like bread that's gone mold,
In the world of music, you ain't worth your weight in gold.

Verse 2:
I watch you try hard, but it's just a façade,
Dropping bars that crash, man, it’s really quite odd.
You think you’re a star, but your shine’s looking dim,
No vibe when you drop, it's like I’m watching paint trim.

Chorus:
No beat, no heat, in your game you retreat,
Got no rhythm, got no flow, just admit defeat.
Your rhymes are so stale, like bread that's gone mold,
In the world of music, you ain't worth your weight in gold.

Bridge:
Check it, you wanna hang with the best,
But practice makes perfect, you still need a quest.
I’m spitting these facts, no need for disguise,
Your mixtape’s a joke, I can’t even guise.

Verse 3:
Trying to flex with that wannabe sound,
But if you’re looking for heat, you won’t be found.
Riding the waves of what others create,
Step back, take a lesson, before it's too late.

Chorus:
No beat, no heat, in your game you retreat,
Got no rhythm, got no flow, just admit defeat.
Your rhymes are so stale, like bread that's gone mold,
In the world of music, you ain't worth your weight in gold.

Outro:
So here’s a little tip for your next big hit:
Take a look in the mirror before you commit.
No beat, no heat, that’s your final bow,
MC Truth on the mic, showing you how.