Beef

[bez]

Its All About The Beef by Bez

The cowards comin back for more,
Still never learnin,
Bring that beat Mike-Ra,
....Its all about the beef,

I'm contemplatin hatin but your bitches are fakes,
Your meltin in my palms like snow flakes I'm exposin the snakes,
Cos like Afganistan I'm gunna counter attack wit my forces,
I'm a soilder like Braveheart, sharp wit my sword and horses,
Quick to slice up a fool, jealousy flowin through their veins,
Like Kurupt its time to stop bitchin and start callin out names,
You bitches can't compare to the heat that I carry,
To me you ain't above average your shits ordinary,
I'm legendary, I'm gunna go down in history,
I've laughed off everyone of your disses cos your disses ain't shit to me,
Sayin you smoke weed haha fool that ain't weed,
Thats just some chemical shit build to suit a users need,
You be puffin shit fillen your body wit poisens and gases,
While I be smokin the real green, laughin as your heart lapses,
Who started chongin first huh? It was me ya'll are copies,
I got a future ahead of my dogs, so have you, haha in offys,
Behind the counter sellin sweets and papers to buyers respectivly,
I got a future ahead of me, I guess I'm at the gates and your my enemy,

(Chorus) Droppin rhymes that are ghostly, leavin your spirit in tatters,
Drop the mirror, hear the smash, into one thousand pieces is shatters,
Each bit with your reflection bouncin onto the other,
I ain't messin when I'm sayin that I'm quick to kill a brother,
You see your face in every piece of glass and you look odd,
Cos the image ain't you but every member of the blazin squad,
So if you got a beef with me, Fuck LYD come to tha Bez Hood,
No wonder you never speak you got a voice like a heliumed up Westwood,
What you gunna do now fool, its a relief to me I'm so unique you cant compete,
I'm packed with me heat waitin, cos its all about the beef!

Who started blazin up first, it was me as a troubled youth,
I got the pictures to show you if you fools need proof,
I've been smokin from an early age, I'm mean and got guns,
Take an X-Ray of my chest, you'll see green in my lungs,
Cos I've been through so many plants half the jungles in my system,
Yet ya'll still smokin that LYD rocky chemical shit, its a wonder ya'll still liven,
My shits gets shipped, tested, packaged then sold on the street,
Your shit comes straight from the factory, to a plastic bag, so cheap,
You gotta love that man, your smokin shit that don't work,
You'll be walking round normal, while I'm high and free as a bird,
I'm makin it in life, you'll becomin nothing but losers,
My moneys risin in the bank, People sayin he cant go wrong no matter what choice he choses,
And thats right thats me, I gotta plan in my mind,
I'm going forward fast, earn pennies while ya'll left behind,
You just a spot in my distance, theres a length between us,
Spot the bitches, if you can heres an ounce of green cuz,
I got money to spend, green to burn, liqor to drink til I'm sick,
You got nothing but dick, and I'm havin more adventures than slick rick,
You deadly record niggaz are hurtin yourself with every rhyme you drop,
I takin the fizz outter you niggaz, you a bottle I'm leavin off the top,
You know my name, say it, its hurt you to even say my initials,
I'm a voodoo master like Hendrix, your cursed thanks to my rituals,

(Chorus) Droppin rhymes that are ghostly, leavin your spirit in tatters,
Drop the mirror, hear the smash, into one thousand pieces is shatters,
Each bit with your reflection bouncin onto the other,
I ain't messin when I'm sayin that I'm quick to kill a brother,
You see your face in every piece of glass and you look odd,
Cos the image ain't you but every member of the blazin squad,
So if you got a beef with me, Fuck LYD come to tha Bez Hood,
No wonder you never speak you got a voice like a heliumed up Westwood,
What you gunna do now fool, its a relief to me I'm so unique you cant compete,
I'm packed with me heat waitin, cos its all about the beef!

You can't handle this shit, why you dig yourself deeper,
I'm takin your lives like my name was satan or the grim reaper,
I got nobody standin by me, its 2 against 1 and I'm still blazin,
I'm the person you both wanna be, cos you know my shits amazin,
Don't think writin's the only thing I got locked,
I got a voice than can leave people on their death bed shocked,
Can spit so many words in a minute its unberlievable like biggie,
Its a shame I had to walk over you to reach my goals, fact its a pity,
Sad thing is I love you cos we used to be friends,
Funny how jealously can conquer all when you crusin in a new black benz,
Thats all I put it down to, straight up jealous of my life,
Clothes, money, cars, houses, I'm thinkin of makin your sister my wife,
Its time this shit ended but not before your defeated,
I'm a modern day Micheal Jackson makin hits screamin Beat it,
So what you gunna do its your choice so I'm waitin,
I know you worried, still hatin but you scared and shakin,
I'm the killer your Jodie Foster, tryin to find out what lies benith,
But you just can't figure out thats its all about the beef,

(Chorusx2) Droppin rhymes that are ghostly, leavin your spirit in tatters,
Drop the mirror, hear the smash, into one thousand pieces is shatters,
Each bit with your reflection bouncin onto the other,
I ain't messin when I'm sayin that I'm quick to kill a brother,
You see your face in every piece of glass and you look odd,
Cos the image ain't you but every member of the blazin squad,
So if you got a beef with me, Fuck LYD come to tha Bez Hood,
No wonder you never speak you got a voice like a heliumed up Westwood,
What you gunna do now fool, its a relief to me I'm so unique you cant compete,
I'm packed with me heat waitin, cos its all about the beef!

What now huh,
Read through that again word by word and carefully,
I crushed you with ease, every word was constructed perfectly,
You a worm in my grass nigga you gettin cut up,
Its all about the beef fool, muahahahahahhahahah!!

[bez]

uppin

[Reef]

Thought the chorus was a bit long.. but apart from that it was tight.

[|JEM|ILL|]

Bad Teacher: "The Chorus was too long by about 2 bars. Flow was choppy, No Versatility, and Vocabulary doesn't make a verse complex...

Good Teacher: Liked the nice use of vocab and placement of words...It's was about average...

Rating = It's Aight...