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    BEEF (UNCENSORED)

    Beef

    yo dee..whats your philosophy man

    my philosophy is..fuck animosity

     

    alert..alert..

    for all those who dig my 

    spiritual and romantic prose

    close your eyes

    cover your ears and nose

    because brother dee is gonna get 

    stank real right here

     

    i was born with a pentagram

    on my diaphram

    when the priest baptized me 

    and said jesus loves me 

    i said god damn

     

    before i was taught by huslters 

    to weigh a gram

    i was already  disrespecting my ancestors

    from barbados and the sudan

    on my soul is tattoed  a brand

    i wont bow down to any man

     

    i read voraciously

    occasionally

    i would  cry and ask myself why 

    america tries so hard to disband 

    the african

     

    on my wall  was a poster of  che guevara

    wearing a tam

    but it turned out the revolution

    was a scam

    select confidants

    typed in large font

    memos back to j. edgar the man

    hello

    cointelpro

    this is the black  panther 10 point program

     

    i remember visiting 

    brother rahman in the hospital

    on his beard 

    was some spittle

    his brain was seared

    damn 

    people  he was my hero

    a real shaka zulu  from african sand

    and now his diet is bland

     

    ulcers  in his gut

    when i was growing up

    brother rock  was the cat with

    the fresh hair cut

    stompin on cigg butts

    was so black he didnt give a fuck

    always  rappin about 

    me and you

    yo mamma n yo cousin too

    a straight outkast

     

    but i saw 

    brother rock had a fatal flaw

    he believed in luck

    while i believed in chance

    i was seeing how  riches 

    and so called bitches  was the devils advance

     

    still

    when he would instruct

    i would not rebut

    his vast historical knowledge in my brain

    i tucked

    the rest of his bullshyt 

    well like nesta marley once said

    only fowl go  cluck..cluck..cluck

    nah mean

     

    brother rock 

    had that philly strut

    he was so intellectual he would end

    debates at colleges rather abrupt

    but even then i knew he drank 

    too damn much

    from the hope cup

    you see

    hope is like dope

    it can get you feeling high for a while 

    but you gotta come back to fight 

    the power sooner or later

     

    now look

    the brother is 50 

    but looks like he is 70

    in his mind he gets no relief

    and why

    because instead of fighting for freedom

    he engaged in too many petty beefs

    what a damn shame

     

    people

    opinions are like azzholes

    i got one

    you got one

    so how do you know mine is shittier

    than yours unless you lookin 

    up my black azz

     

    every man vibin on this spyt

    in cyberspace

    knows how to grip and rip

    knows the taste

    of fear

    many of us aint as sweet 

    as we appear

     

    we pissed  about 

    the years  wasted

    and we can trace it 

    back to ghetto  innuendo

    way before rap was the flow

     

    for those who dont know

    fear is a combo 

    of bile and vomit

    it feels like you are in a disaster movie

    with a comet 

    about to strike the earth

     

    no time to examine black mans worth

    no rhyme  for africa 

    the mother  of our birth

    no mind 

    on birds and sunshine 

    just fuck you nigga 

    this is my turf

     

    i told you before 

    i was cursed at birth

    so i am adept at spotting 

    the devil in disguise

    right before your eyes

    he can  transform into

    a cat wearing brooks brothers blue

    or a sister talking satanic verse

    rockin  a fake prada purse

     

    here you be 

    thinking he 

    is quite considerate

    literate

    rather diverse

    until you end up

    with the send up

    your dead body in a hearse

     

    isnt it contrary

    some brothers can define faith

    from the dictionary

    yet forsake

    allah with  the petty beefs they make

    or have a stake in

    or take part in

    brother i beg your pardon

    god never  promised a rose garden

     

    but if you look over the expanse

    of the diaspora and all you see

    are thorns

    you were warned 

    but treated with scorn

    threads from the african tapestry

    that were torn

    so you see it doesnt matter 

    if you spyt black power

    pussy  or porn

    when your head is adorned

    with horns

    you already  filled out the forms

    and chose the beast

    taking part in petty  bullshyt beefs

     

    people

    opinions are like azzholes

    i got one 

    you got one

    so how do you know mine is  shittier 

    than yours unless you are looking 

    up  my black azz

     

    you hear brother dee

    you read brother dee

    but you dont really know me

    yet

    we part of the poetic collective 

    on the internet

    i know some cats up in here 

    that are real direct

    they dont dig disrespect

    some would rather die

    last thing i wanna hear is 

    some brotha rode on eye 95

    why

    for some words

    that is absurd

     

    you see

    if you follow the leader

    without a breather

    it is a mental feeder 

    system

    a prison

    derision becomes a collision

    pride starts to compete

    damn if you dont like a maafucka 

    on your fiends list

    press delete

    it is just that simple 

    unless you call  yourself a vegitarian

    and secretely dig petty beefs

     

    i lived through a hella lot

    thoughts  of suicide 

    because i refused to commit  homicide

    god knows  the devil tried

    but how i was born

    is not how i live

    now i give 

    the devil my emancipated azz to kiss

    i aint on his  list

    anymore

    but you just might be

    becasue you havent learned

    real freedom aint free

    feel me

     

    ashes  to ashes 

    dust to dust

    we all goona die sooner or later 

    i trust

    so i am free of animosity

    real  hositlity

    i mean seriously

    if i get in beef 

    with a cat who dont know satan is a thief

    how is he  gonna come to philly

    and teach me a lesson

    when i am in my house 

    and know where i keep my weapons

     

    truth  be told 

    we would probably 

    go have a drink

    put our heads  together

    and think 

    of ways 

    we can pick up the strays 

    among the youngin

    who are buggin

    because nothin from nothing

    dont leave  nothing

    and you gotta have something

    to fuck with brother dee

     

    no demands 

    my voice 

    my choice

    to live for  redemption

     spiritually

    or hoist satanic shyt artificially

    i dont run from redrum

    i embrace the son

    so i stand here stripped

    holding  my throbbing dyck

    but i aint tryin to question

    your veracity

    i just wanna chill

    swill moe scad do

    and make love to my lovely

    with erotic intensity

    remember this always brah

    the most shall indeed 

    come to the least

    but only if we as black men 

    collectively put an end to petty beefs

     

    people

    opinions are like azzholes

    i got one

    you got one

    so how can mine be shittier than yours

    unless you looking up my black azz

     

    that is just my opinion....feel me

    i am out

    let this shyt fade

     

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