"Manic"

Song: Beef Prod: Voulween Lyrics: “Yee. Yee, yee I got more flow than the Land O’Lakes I’m flipping these beats like a pan of pancakes And for your man’s sake, you don’t want a dance break I’ll put a bitch right back in her place And I never spit the same, I guess I’m insane So they 51/50 me and lock me away I’m the codebreaker, I won’t get lost in the maze I’m going to crack these cases til I’m tossing in the grave And I invite you to stay, if you’re entertaining You got something to say, I’m right here waiting Let’s see how long you can hold a conversation Without money, brands, and everything fake I promise I’ma fan out like I’m oscillating Man, Beef got the sauce, like I’m tossed in gravy But I’m an artist, I love everything amazing It’s a damn good feeling knowing you can’t replace me Hos say my sweat smells like cologne I gotta keep my eye on my clothes I swear to God all my black beaters got stolen They’re like, I’m really gonna miss you on the road It’s in my diet, I ain’t even lying They’re eye fucking me for my groceries They’re like, what do you eat? I’m like, pussy They’re like, what do you take? Kush leaves I draw a doodle, they wanna canoodle They love my cartoons, and turn to wet noodles Front and the back, the whole kit and caboodle I’ll take a bitch and turn her into a poodle They’re like, you ain’t rich, who new? You’re too sick, you blew it I’m too cool for the pool, but not school, they’re confused I do scientific journals and independent views, not influencer news I’ll leave you rolling just telling the truth You think I’m being rude or shooting a spoof My style so cold it’ll fog up the mirror Dashiki, ushanka, and a big red beard Wind pants and my socks layered The tourmaline rings match the shoe strings I’ll have you drunk on life like you’re chugging a beer Funny in the stomach like you’re gutting a deer You can’t explain me so you call me weird Because I’m the man that actually cares I’ve applied myself, survived hell, fuck a Jake and a Karen I have never tried to be anyone else, boy that’d be embarrassing I got my pride, I don’t tell lies, I don’t care if they call me a derelict I’m like a national monument, how they’ve been staring at Cliff I’m one of one, that’s a rarity Plenty spoke on me, that’s a carriage wheel They’re picking on me like a cherry tree Like the fruits of my labor are very sweet Parkour how I’m dipping from oppas Coo coo, how I’m clocking the commas Smooth moves if I’m talking to momma Boo boo if I gotta deal with drama Whoosah, namaste, hakuna matata They call me Buddha, OG, and I’m off of my rocker Little boy eat your little heart our like a piranha I’m a shark, I’m a megalodon of Wisconsin I’m always on, just quick to get off it I do monumental work, get off of my obelisk Deep down, and I came up too fast for oxygen I took some deep cuts that needed some collagen I’ve never been one for martyrdom I’m going for gold though, I don’t care if I tarnish a reputation You know I’m giving flowers up, I don’t got time for a sourpuss My hands are magic, massages are tantric I’m a man of my word, put you in a stanza I’ll sing you a song, bass will rattle your thalamus Timbre so woody, she think I’m a Guardian of Galaxy Limber, I’m flexible, athletic and talented This simple man will complicate your fantasies Yea life imitates art but we live in an aristocracy I’ll give you the logos, ethos, pathos, tragically Ratchet, step out in my pajamas, sipping on Mylanta Pull a shorted spliff out the manbag One ear to the street and one to my Samsung See a sycophant and say something random They’re likening me to Jakobowski and Manson They’re like, ooo, he’s ugly and handsome What a handful While the media and government push Helter Skelter and scamming In tandem with Stans living on rancor, banter, and panic Like they didn’t create the serial killing maniac Like they didn’t just pull a red flag out their ass Like they didn’t planet Oh shit, there I go again. I must be manic. Yeeee”