Beef is not what Jay said to Nas
Beef is when the workin’ folks can’t find jobs
So they tryna find niggas to rob
Tryna find bigger guns so they can finish the job
Beef is when the crack babies can’t find moms
Cause they inna PINE box or locked behind bars
Beef ain’t the Summer Jam for Hot 97
Beef is the cocaine and AIDS epidemic
Beef don’t come with a radio edit
Beef is when the judge is callin’ you “defendant”
Beef, it come with a long jail sentence
Handed down to you in a few short minutes
Beef is when your girl come through for a visit
Tell you how she pregnant, by some other nigga
Beef is high blood pressure and bad credit
Need a loan for your home but you’re too broke to get it
And all your little kids is doin is gettin’ bigger
You tryin not to raise ‘em around these wild niggas
Beef is when a gold digger got ya seed in her
A manicured hand out like “pay me nigga”
Or I’m tellin’ your wife
Or startin’ up some foul rumor that’ll ruin your life
Beef is when a gangster ain’t doin it right
Another gangster then decided what to do with his life
Beef is not what these famous niggas do on the mic
Beef is what George Bush would do in a fight
Beef is Ms. Wallace still don’t know who shot Biggie
Beef is Weldon Irv not bein here with me
When a soldier ends his life with his own gun
Beef is tryin’ to figure out what to tell his son
Beef is oil prices and geopolitics
Beef is Iraq, the West Bank, and Gaza Strip
Some beef is big and some beef is small
But what y’all call beef is not beef at all
Beef is real life happenin’ everyday
And it’s realer than them songs that you get at Kay Slay
Mos Def “What’s Beef”
Harder than y’all cause I’m smarter than y’all.
Mos Def “Oh No”
Too many mics. Not enough MC’s.
Mike Schreiber (clever, I know)
Flippin’ more bigger words than Jesse Jackson.
Why every Indian wanna be the chief?
Feed a man til he’s full and he still want beef.
Lauryn Hill “Forgive Them Father”
While you shaking my right hand, I stab you with the left.
Method Man, “M.E.F.”
I can see no teeth in the water but I can spot a fin.
Today’s Polaroid… “Just Me, My Posse And… MCA” by Mike Schreiber
East Village, NYC
There’s hunger in the street that’s hard to defeat
Many steal for sport, but more steal to eat.
Mos Def “Got”