Song: Beef
Instrumental: OnlyHardBeats
Lyrics:
“It comes that easy…
Music runs through me like a 5G signal
It goes back and forth in my head, like a jai alai wiffle
When I hear a hot beat, I get the tingles
Beef has gotta hit it and I ain’t one for biffing
I’m prickly, don’t step on me, I’m a thistle
Tough and grizzled, don’t get mixed up in my gristle
I’m on a mission, like a ballistic missile
I turn the tables, lazy susan, I’m on a swivel
Full of piss and vinegar, passing UA’s in a pickle
I’m walking all over this track, don’t write me a ticket
Something of a 90’s kid, Fresh Prince, I’m getting jiggy
I love it when my heartbeat syncs with the rhythm
And I love em skinny thick, when she can twerk and giggle
I need to see your true colors, that sure is pivotal
Is she artistic, intelligent, independent, political?
I’ma beaver whack her, smack her like padiddle
Ay, Black Lives Matter, no this is not a minstrel show
I’m not white or caucasian, this ain’t Göttingen 1734
Not colonial England, Israel, or Istanbul
They still don’t recognize different country and city folks
I’m with my brothers, yea I’m in the middle
I’m up the river, I don’t paddle piddle though
I’m well hydrated, wet the whistle, ready to spittle
Basement Made, bing bong, does that ring a bell?
Too Complex for most sites, no lingo of their own
I got em calling out bingo when I hit 4 in a row
Ay, are you catching my drift, or are you just stuck in the snow?
I’m just tooting my own horn, ya know, my piccolo
See, me against all odds, that’s juxtaposition
I gotta shake it up and let the fizz explode
Tinseltown has it in for me, they hail Hitler
They like a Snow White, White, White Christmas
I’m sorta like a straight Arrow, with John Diggle
Been known to get in ya face, like Rob Riggle
Or get sentimental like that one Vicks commercial
I need a Fat Amy friend like Rebel Wilson
What happened to whimsical?
I’m stressed out, bitches giving me wrinkles
Simple hos trying to be ethereal and mystical
I’m the bigger man but still gotta stay on my tippy toes
Weather says I got the trickle, I’m leaving ripples
No need to edit my pictures, no not a pixel
Hos love to sit on it, like let me go Tiff
And if I don’t want to date them, they say jump off a Cliff
Condemned to a life of hammer and sickle
It’s disabled me, but that don’t make me a cripple
If I had a nickel for every opp, I’d have a billion
You might want to get it, when the chronicle is finished
I’m a good read on paper and Kindle
You couldn’t whittle your way down to the tip of this pencil
Not even if we shared an apartment rental
Or we were eternally trapped in a sinkhole together”
