What's beef?
Beef's when you think about another man like a bitch,
Big behind rhymes, but you've only seen it ina flick,
you callin dude a faggot, well get off his dick,
we lost MC's to rappers, like we turned the game to tricks.
How many busters in here can break dance?
Graffitti a tag, or know where the base of Hip-Hop stands?
Kurtis Blow, a rappin Marvin Gaye,
Cats are singin O.P.P. not knowin what they say.
You's a poser, you're lucky I don't hit you wit the dozer,
put your whack mind to sleep, cause fake lines is weak.
I'm hearin the same murder rhymes each week,
can't count how many threats they slept and said they'd keep.
I remember back to the side ways hats, and the shell toes,
I used to clown so much I could smell hoes, a mile away,
I got the same style today,
I'ma make a few differences while they play.
It ain't notin like the O.ld S.chool,
from D. Dandridge to Queens Bridges, Nas,
Pac back down to Drifters,
A B-Boy wanna be, boy I'm jus good at it,
Fuck the money stackin,
shit don't get it twisted, I gotta Cadi in mind,
but I'll leave the fatty behind to show the way God first designed it.
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