Beef
Lezter x Evince
Lyrics
“Somebody get him. That’s what they say, right? Somebody. Somebody. C’mon, somebody get him. Somebody do him. Somebody say something. Somebody get me.
I’ll degrade you, destroy you, like your employer
Then build you back up til it gets annoying
I hate you, I love you, I don’t even know you
But I bet you relate to at least one line of this chorus
Let it go, let it flow
No post notes, don’t be code
You are Joe, I am pro
Or whatever rhymes with that, go
They so green, I ain’t trying to catch a contact
I need a real A&R to get me a contract
My competition the knockoff connection, like Comcast
I’m so underground I brought the Basement back from the dead
They thought I was gone or addicted to meth
Flick my cigarette, stomp back into the mix
All these bitches turn to liquid
I need a dredge to clean out my bed
I’m a pariah, they feed off my energy, entropy
And now I have experience federally
I passed an FBI background check
Prone to violence, jacking, and uprisings
I’m the best role model these kids never had
Wish me dead but I’m D-A-D
These quote unquote hustlers thinking they’re helping community
Posted on the corner holding their nutsack
Spewing pseudo math, mean mugging
[Fart and then sniff noise], you like that?
I’ve been in the seam since like ’01
Yea, they still talk about the old ones
Never about how I let them hold some
The whole sum some ho ones but I just keep going
They try and take my heart
But I am no longer an organ donor
Man, most of these doctorates phonies
All these different higher learning commissions, where’s the consistency?
Light another spliffy and keep it Cliff G
Name another unrecognized emcee
That adapts his verbiage so actively
That gets passed over like JC
I like to speak out of bounds
Combine different languages and create a sound, literally
Too retarded for the armed forces
Too working class for hip hop and activism
See my face and you orgasm or REM
Rappers wearing organic fabrics want my stems
Vixens looking like bottles, acting like can’ts
So dance, dance, dance, dance like you give a damn
Dance like you’re giving in
Dance like you got a sickness
Dance like a villain
Move like your children ain’t a crutch
Move like you complain too much
Move like you deserve execution
Move like a movement
Move like you’re playing with Doom
First person, I’m hungry, I’ll do the consumer
Bull, I’m ruminating, I mean meditating
Slowly denigrating your sludge to usable nutrients
I’m 100 centigrade, I’ve studied gentrification
That’s why I don’t sell any mixtapes
I’m too hot to be a federal case
So I’m moving about 20 times in the last decade, always running away
And I’m supposed to get out their face
But these gatekeepers ain’t with the times
They’re so Hollywood, thinking they’re Sublime
Man, the mission that includes exclusion don’t collude with mine
I’m a fool, I got stupid lines
Maybe I should turn to Grammarly
So I sound like gramps or grandmama from metro NYC, DC, or the Chi
On second thought
I’m not a cog, blog, blob, sock, bog, mug, cock, block
I think I’ll just write like where I’m from
I mean, what do they do again?”
