"What Do They Do Again?"

Beef Lezter x Evince Lyrics “Somebody get him. That’s what they say, right? Somebody. Somebody. C’mon, somebody get him. Somebody do him. Somebody say something. Somebody get me. I’ll degrade you, destroy you, like your employer Then build you back up til it gets annoying I hate you, I love you, I don’t even know you But I bet you relate to at least one line of this chorus Let it go, let it flow No post notes, don’t be code You are Joe, I am pro Or whatever rhymes with that, go They so green, I ain’t trying to catch a contact I need a real A&R to get me a contract My competition the knockoff connection, like Comcast I’m so underground I brought the Basement back from the dead They thought I was gone or addicted to meth Flick my cigarette, stomp back into the mix All these bitches turn to liquid I need a dredge to clean out my bed I’m a pariah, they feed off my energy, entropy And now I have experience federally I passed an FBI background check Prone to violence, jacking, and uprisings I’m the best role model these kids never had Wish me dead but I’m D-A-D These quote unquote hustlers thinking they’re helping community Posted on the corner holding their nutsack Spewing pseudo math, mean mugging [Fart and then sniff noise], you like that? I’ve been in the seam since like ’01 Yea, they still talk about the old ones Never about how I let them hold some The whole sum some ho ones but I just keep going They try and take my heart But I am no longer an organ donor Man, most of these doctorates phonies All these different higher learning commissions, where’s the consistency? Light another spliffy and keep it Cliff G Name another unrecognized emcee That adapts his verbiage so actively That gets passed over like JC I like to speak out of bounds Combine different languages and create a sound, literally Too retarded for the armed forces Too working class for hip hop and activism See my face and you orgasm or REM Rappers wearing organic fabrics want my stems Vixens looking like bottles, acting like can’ts So dance, dance, dance, dance like you give a damn Dance like you’re giving in Dance like you got a sickness Dance like a villain Move like your children ain’t a crutch Move like you complain too much Move like you deserve execution Move like a movement Move like you’re playing with Doom First person, I’m hungry, I’ll do the consumer Bull, I’m ruminating, I mean meditating Slowly denigrating your sludge to usable nutrients I’m 100 centigrade, I’ve studied gentrification That’s why I don’t sell any mixtapes I’m too hot to be a federal case So I’m moving about 20 times in the last decade, always running away And I’m supposed to get out their face But these gatekeepers ain’t with the times They’re so Hollywood, thinking they’re Sublime Man, the mission that includes exclusion don’t collude with mine I’m a fool, I got stupid lines Maybe I should turn to Grammarly So I sound like gramps or grandmama from metro NYC, DC, or the Chi On second thought I’m not a cog, blog, blob, sock, bog, mug, cock, block I think I’ll just write like where I’m from I mean, what do they do again?”