Lyrical Breakdown of Beef Rap - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

I haven't eaten all day, how am I gonna do this, man?

Yeah, don't wait for her, man, don't wait for her

I'll tell you what, man, come with me now

And you know I'll get you some lunch, I'll hook you up with something

I got a little bank, you know, no problem

I hear you, that's cool

Alright, it's cool

Man, can't you guys just wait here about a half hour, man?

Yo, I'll be back man, I'm just gonna munch up a little bit man, I'm pretty hungry

Yo, later we'll come back, you know

Here you will find food for your body

As well as comfort for your troubled mind

I'd really like some soup

Of course my friend, what happened to your hand?

Oh, nothing

Oh, food at last

How did they get here?

Regular storage procedure, the same as the other food

What other food?

Fish

(Food)

Protein

Now what happened

Well, the cop got

Next morning I went to the store to get some food

(Bread and butter)

They arrested me

I'll save you, thank you

Would you like a snack?

Thanks for the drink

Chicken, beef or turkey

Operation Doomsday complete

All units report casualty, damage testing

Enough, you talk of the people's rights

The people have only those rights which I choose to give them

And that's for their own good, believe me

I do, DOOM

They disappoint me, they must work faster

But the prisoner

Ah yes, the young traitor who has tried to turn my people against me

Watch him, I have special plans for that one

Beef rap could lead to gettin' teeth capped

Or even a wreath for mom dukes on some grief crap

I suggest you change your diet

It can lead to high blood pressure if you fry it

Or even a stroke, heart attack, heart disease

It ain't no startin' back once arteries start to squeeze

Take the easy way out, phony

Until then they know they wouldn't be talkin' that baloney in the bullpen

So disgusting, pardon self as I discuss this

They talk a wealth of shit and they ain't never seen the justice

Bust this like a cold milk from out the toilet

Two batteries some Brillo and some foil, he'll boil it

He be better off on PC glued

And it's a feud so don't be in no TV mood

Every week it's mystery meat, seaweed stewed

(Food, we need food)

He wears a mask just to cover the raw flesh

A rather ugly brother with flows that's gorgeous

Drop dead joints, hit the whips like bird shit

They need it like a hole in they head or a third tit

Her bra smell, his card say, oh hell

Barred from all bars and kicked out the Carvel

Keep a cooker where the jar fell

And keep a cheap hooker that's off the hook like Ma Bell

Top bleeding, maybe fellow took the loaded rod gears

Stop feeding babies colored, sugar coated lard squares

The odd pair swears and God fears

Even when it's rotten, we've gotten through the hard years

I wrote this note around New Year's

Off a couple of shots and a few beers, but who cares

Enough about me, it's about the beats

Not about the streets and who food he about to eat

A rhyming cannibal who's dressed to kill, it's cynical

Whether is it animal, vegetable or mineral

It's a miracle how he get so lyrical

And proceed to move the crowd like a old negro spiritual

For a mil' do a commercial for Mello Yello

Tell 'em devil's hell, no, sell y'all own Jello

We hollow krills, she swallow pills

He follow flea collar, three dollar bills

And squeal for halal veal, if y'all appeal

Dig the real, it's how the big ballers deal

Twirl a L after every meal (Food)

What up

To all rappers, shut up with your shuttin' up

And keep your shirt on, at least a button up

Yuck, is they rhymers or strippin' males

Outta work jerks since they shut down Chippendales

They chippin' nails, doom, chippin' scales

Let alone the pre-orders that's counted off shippin' sales

This one goes out to all my people skippin' bail

Dippin' jail, whippin' tail and sippin' ale

Light the doobie 'til it glow like a ruby

After which they couldn't find the villain like Scooby

He's in the lab on some old Buddha Monk shit

Overproof drunk shit, who'd have thunk it

Punk, try and ask why ours be better

Could be the iron mask or the Cosby sweater

Yes you, who's screwed by the dude on the CD, nude

(We need food)

Wait bring him to me