Heartbeat
A.I.P Lyrics


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I’m Counting all the days that
Went wasted waiting on some sign
To fall right down on me
And tell me who I gotta be
Diving off the deep end every weekend
Trying to get that high
But only I could be the one to go and set me free
We spend all our lives just trying to learn that all we have is time
But it’s never too late to live your life for today
'Cause we’re only a heartbeat away
And you can’t be afraid
To discover your fate
'Cause we’re only a heartbeat
A heartbeat away
Thinking of the ways that
I could have made a better use of my time
When all I did was hide
And cower from the thoughts inside
Now I’m growing older, and getting sober
I think it’s time to fight
For who I want to be,
It’s time to face reality
We spend all our lives just trying to learn that all we have is time
But it’s never too late to live your life for today
'Cause we’re only a heartbeat away
And you can’t be afraid
To discover your fate
'Cause we’re only a heartbeat
A heartbeat away
A heartbeat away
I’ve wasted so many chances
So many opportunities
They’ve slipped right through my fingers
Now I’m fallin' on my knees
And I’m so far
Oh so very far
From where I want to be
And you can’t be afraid to discover your fate
Cause we’re only a heartbeat away
But it’s never too late to live your life for today
'Cause we’re only a heartbeat away
And you can’t be afraid
To discover your fate
'Cause we’re only a heartbeat
A heartbeat away




A heartbeat away
A heartbeat away

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to A.I.P.’s song ‘Heartbeat’ stand out for their energy and playful exchanges between the female rapper Angie Martinez, KRS-One, and Funk Doc. The lyrics begin with a warning to the crowd to keep their distance from the ropes which, if not obeyed, could lead to the music being stopped. The song is a fun, playful rap track about the art of MCing and skillful rhyming delivered by a group of experienced hip-hop artists. Throughout the song, each artist has the chance to represent themselves and their skills on the microphone.


Angie Martinez delivers a memorable verse about her skills on the mic and her heritage. She takes the opportunity to big up her Boriquas (Puerto Rican) heritage and hip-hop seekers before questioning her own sanity when it comes to hyping up the crowd. Meanwhile, KRS-One encourages the MCs to bring their best rhymes and represents his busy schedule, having left his fans waiting so long for new music, they became frustrated. Funk Doc comes in with his signature humor before letting everyone know that what he represents is his way of life. All three artists come together for the chorus, which is a mix of rhymes and playful exchanges.


Overall, the song ‘Heartbeat’ is a lighthearted track with memorable lines and playful exchanges between the MCs. It is an ode to the art of MCing and celebrates the skills and artistry of hip-hop artists.


Line by Line Meaning

Alright everybody move back from the ropes
Asking everyone to move back from the music stage


If you don't move back we're gonna turn this music off
The music will stop if the people don't move back


and that's my word, move back!
Promise that the music will stop if the people don't move back


Word is bond let's get this shit goin
Let's start the show


Word up, it's the Funk Doc in the house
Introducing Funk Doc to the audience


say hell yeah! HELL YEAH!
Asking the audience to cheer


Say fuck yeah! FUCK YEAH!
Asking the audience to cheer even louder


Word up, it's the Funk Doc Spock you don't stop
Repeating the introduction of Funk Doc


It's my man KRS you don't stop
Introducing KRS


It's the girl Angie you don't stop
Introducing Angie


With the hah haha ha haha hah!!
Laughing to lighten the mood


It's the Butter Pecan Rican speakin deletin
Introducing Angie Martinez


other radio jocks that think they competin
Other radio hosts who think they are competing with her


they pre-sweetened, like candy, I'm hot like pepper
Comparing herself to others who are too sweet, Praising her own personality


Big up to Sandy but my name is Angie
Giving respect to Sandy, but also introducing herself


Martinez, what a true microphone fiend is
Praising herself to be a microphone fiend


Steppin up lovely with MY, AD-IDAS
Introducing herself again along with Adidas


through your speakers, representin
Representing for everyone who is listening


boriquas, and all hip-hop rhyme seekers
Representing boriquas and all hip-hop enthusiasts


You may think I'm crazy right, but I'm crazy hype
Saying she is full of energy


Slay this nice y'all, everytime Angie grab the mic
Promising to deliver a good performance


I jams it right tonight, not the hardest
She will perform well tonight


But peep the style of this Puerto Rican Goddess
A description of herself


Aiyyo yo yo yo, stop the music!
KRS-One asking to stop the music


Aiyyo back up off the ropes, man, word up!
Asking the people to move back more from the stage


Yo get from the off the ropes
Asking the people to move back more from the stage again


Now aiyyo yo yo, KRS-One, come again the selector!
Asking KRS-One to start the music again


It's been a long time but we made it, you waited
Introducing the idea that the performance was long awaited by the audience


You gettin frustrated cause these MC's in trainin
The audience is getting annoyed by amateur MCs


Skills on the mic for a royalty save it
Saved up skills to use at the appropriate time


Pullin down rap so that others can't make it
Toppling the competition by being better than them


They can't fake it in front of KRS they naked
Explaining how amateur performers can't fake their skill in front of KRS


That same old MC trend I'm here to break it
Wanting to break the trend of mediocre performers


The highly conceptional multidirectional
Praising himself for being versatile in his performance style


Hot in ninety-seven so I guess I'm flexible
A boast about being current and adaptable


Rap relieve stress so yes I guess it's medical
Positing that rap has therapeutic properties


All your wrecking and raping is still theoretical
Describing how actions of his detractors are all in theory, and not reality


Redman, you know you must understand (Whatup?)
Talking to Redman in particular


Redman, you know you gots to understand (Hah! Whatup love?)
Citing Redman's need to understand


Angie, rockin with the one BDP (Ha, haha)
Praising Angie for being part of BDP


Representin right now at Hit Factory
Proudly representing the Hit Factory


One two hah, and you don't quit
Starting another part of the performance


It's Kris and Angie with the ultimate
Introducing Kris and Angie together


One two hah, and you don't quack
Insinuating that the audience cannot outdo them


It's Funk Doc smoke weed and don't smoke crack
Introducing Funk Doc Smoky


Hahaha, hah, and you don't quit
Keeping up the energy of the show


Hoohahhahah, and you don't quit
Keeping up the energy of the show again


I rock jams like, Samsonites with mics
Boasting that he does well in concerts


Stage two boomin system and flood the lights
Describing the stage set up


The lyrical, fo'-fo's lettin off like suppose
Boasting about his lyrical talent


Reggie Reg is rockin on the ra-dioooo!
Shouting out to Reggie Reg


Hahh, huh, the oooh-child too chill
Telling a story about being too cool


Caps peeled, Someone In My Bed like Dru Hill
A clever wordplay comparing his hat to Dru Hill


Raise em up, cause I feel my spot can't be touched
Feeling secure that he can't be replaced


No time for the Pauline jack, hit the clutch
No time for bad luck or circumstance


Shotgun what?? It's the high exalted
Continuing to boast about himself


Ruler of the buddha, the cash make my pockets
Describing how he is rich


stick out like a tumor, for the consumers
Using a simile to describe his wealth


I get busy with La Pluma, detonate the bomb
Getting busy with the pen, and exploding as a performer


to make you hibernate sooner, certified luna-tic
Making people so tired they fall asleep, while also being a certified lunatic


My click run deeper than Charlie Tuna
His crew runs deeper than Charlie Tuna's


Kahunas, raw for the able key movers
Describing himself as bold for those who control the industry


all over the hood like them Crooked I coolers
They are all over the place, like Crooked I coolers


Bang maneuvers, from Jerz to Vancouver
Continuing his boastful freestyle


Back to the Bronx with heartbeats ample looped up
Back to the Bronx with a lot of excitement


I Blastmast like Kris, funk abyss
Complimenting Kris for being a good performer


like a phone chauvenist with a Roley on the wrist
Comparing himself to a rich playboy


Sike! I can afford it, less I slaughtered
Joking that he can afford a Rolex without violence


three platinum niggaz and none of em prerecorded
Bringing his own music, instead of using pre-recorded tracks


KRS-One need to be runnin for office
A call for KRS to run for office


So Butter Pecan Rican, tell them to get off his
Making an edgy joke about his ethnicity




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Written by: Josh Rabenold, Parker Robertson

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