"It Comes That Easy"

Song: Beef Instrumental: OnlyHardBeats Lyrics: “It comes that easy… Music runs through me like a 5G signal It goes back and forth in my head, like a jai alai wiffle When I hear a hot beat, I get the tingles Beef has gotta hit it and I ain’t one for biffing I’m prickly, don’t step on me, I’m a thistle Tough and grizzled, don’t get mixed up in my gristle I’m on a mission, like a ballistic missile I turn the tables, lazy susan, I’m on a swivel Full of piss and vinegar, passing UA’s in a pickle I’m walking all over this track, don’t write me a ticket Something of a 90’s kid, Fresh Prince, I’m getting jiggy I love it when my heartbeat syncs with the rhythm And I love em skinny thick, when she can twerk and giggle I need to see your true colors, that sure is pivotal Is she artistic, intelligent, independent, political? I’ma beaver whack her, smack her like padiddle Ay, Black Lives Matter, no this is not a minstrel show I’m not white or caucasian, this ain’t Göttingen 1734 Not colonial England, Israel, or Istanbul They still don’t recognize different country and city folks I’m with my brothers, yea I’m in the middle I’m up the river, I don’t paddle piddle though I’m well hydrated, wet the whistle, ready to spittle Basement Made, bing bong, does that ring a bell? Too Complex for most sites, no lingo of their own I got em calling out bingo when I hit 4 in a row Ay, are you catching my drift, or are you just stuck in the snow? I’m just tooting my own horn, ya know, my piccolo See, me against all odds, that’s juxtaposition I gotta shake it up and let the fizz explode Tinseltown has it in for me, they hail Hitler They like a Snow White, White, White Christmas I’m sorta like a straight Arrow, with John Diggle Been known to get in ya face, like Rob Riggle Or get sentimental like that one Vicks commercial I need a Fat Amy friend like Rebel Wilson What happened to whimsical? I’m stressed out, bitches giving me wrinkles Simple hos trying to be ethereal and mystical I’m the bigger man but still gotta stay on my tippy toes Weather says I got the trickle, I’m leaving ripples No need to edit my pictures, no not a pixel Hos love to sit on it, like let me go Tiff And if I don’t want to date them, they say jump off a Cliff Condemned to a life of hammer and sickle It’s disabled me, but that don’t make me a cripple If I had a nickel for every opp, I’d have a billion You might want to get it, when the chronicle is finished I’m a good read on paper and Kindle You couldn’t whittle your way down to the tip of this pencil Not even if we shared an apartment rental Or we were eternally trapped in a sinkhole together”