Rap Beef

Plan to fail fail to plan. Don't impress the next man/
Self respect in effect will correct and connect/
Country singers don't murder country singers so then why/
Is the plan to be slayin' colored men who then die//

When Ricky Spitzz the flow. Be slicker than ya bro/
And beats that be on time, That's wicked. Deep and Low/
Tune in, act like you know. The fuh sho. O.G. Big Bro/
Mystery Babylon. As above also below//

The battlefield is strewn. With legs and torsos hewn/
My camp betwixt the dunes. Vanguard at high noon/
I come here once a blue moon. To sharpen up my harpoon/
And train amongst the platoon. Always stay hip and in-tune//

Speaker freak-er sound-boy paid to rock a room/
Off-Sonar Barcelona. Senorita nude at noon/
Rock a party in Ibiza. Collect my doubloons/
But I digress just keep it fresh. Relax and just do you//

Lived the words he said. Lacked and got shot in the head/
Make a hard cold bed. Bus'in' fabric down to thread/
Rap beef good grief. Almost beyond belief/
Act fast cause time's a thief. One blast can last in sleep//

We be positive. Cause it's causative. I walk in peace/
And plus cognitive prerogative. Provokingly provocative/
Ricky Spitzz! Be rockin' it. Shock yo mind Hip Hoppin' it/
Swing like Jazz the pocket it. Question interrogative//

It's so real. You can feel. Niggas ill/
In the field. Weak ones yield. And caps get peeled/
But what the heck, when bro-nem vexed off the Internets/
Need a hug. Cause they stressed. Try some tenderness//

Rap beef on a come down, but first you need the rundown/
Kids off pill thrills fun town. Common thing come sundown/
Serotonin got 'em zonin'. When it's low they moanin'/
Now they won-na kill opponents//

Relax. It ain't all that. In facts it's a fall flat/
O.G. Bruv done said that. It's past due we dead that/
Type of style is funny when it block the bag of money/
Don't wanna come off old head. So you don't come off son-ny//

It's a tribe, Feel the vibe. Old school into the new/
Guard against trick-knowledge. It's the wisdom we pursue/
All angles three-sixty. Chain links remain fixed B/
Generations mixed thee. No distance in betwixt we//

Time to put the beefin' down much less stress and sleepin' sound/
Catching habits cryin' out. Wild and rabid dyin' out/
Famous Dex's brain fryin' out. Niggas reckless high on clout/
It's lit when you the guy about. The pits when you hit drying drought//

But I digress, Rap Beef is so passe/
Keep disputes on wax. Flex for clout. And get paid/
Live for yourself. Live for your manz/
Live for your family. Live for your fans//