Forever Beef

[Medaphoar]

Trip

The other day I was mobbin to the store to get a snack

Then I heard something creeping from the back

I turned my cheek and took a real quick peek

And then I seen these fake MC's who wanted to beef eight deep

Last week at the mall when they got dissed from the lyrics

Now they out for revenge and they are coming for revenge there's no sweat

Cause my automatic mic is strapped and this clips uzi rips easy weight in all black

So I dip hit the corner turned around and then I blasted

Hit one but the mother fake MC was still coming

Then I stab to the lab just to gather up the weapons

Put a J in my ear

Grab my ear and now I'm stepping in full combat

Plus my nickel plated piece

Someone slippin at the park open fires shells release

Hit three

Then I have to hurry up and shake the spot

To avoid all these cops

Plus I almost got got

With the hollow point rhyme

Headed straight right past my dome

Barely missed me by an inch 	

Then it blasted in the pay phone

Then I jet to the west to get my bulletproof vest

From Madlib

A void rhyme entering my chest

Walking down town new islands by the gas station

Spotted them

Four of them fillin up they black surbaban

Creeped to the other side tryin not to be seen

I'm tryin to end this mess if you know what I mean

Did it clean but this time I was like straight trippin

I was high

And I seen em fly right through the sentence

Enter in the bass

Then I quickly left the place

Never heard from them again

But there wasn't no defeat

At least I got my crew on my side

Forever beef

[Oh No]

A couple of days ago I was just chillin at the pad

Of crate diggers pile of laboratory in it like I was mentally mad

So I proceed to head to j dude's crib

A yo recall 4 lil nigga's bumpin like they be the ish

So cut em off with the high speed chase

I ran em off the road on top of that

Yo they ride explode

I put the metal to the floor and now I'm up here

Brother left out of there before so I be trapped in my atmosphere

Head back to the studio put on my back beats

Some sucker's looking like coolio that be strapped

Mac 10's in their hands

So I proceed to hit the corners

I'm the thing cause I'm thinking yo I'm kinda like a sniper

Reclining the seat

Turn the radio on cause I be hyped up

See them again

Forgive my sins

I try to blend with the other cars

Got out my seat

And hide the gauge under my trench coat

Came up and called rampage

Now I'm in this hot predicament I'm sick of this

Plus the beef I live with, this lyricist got me pissed so I start to dash

Running down the bike lane

Hopping to go fast

Where ven police circling around my path

All this cause the shrooms got me lift and creep

Upon the night into the deep then I'll despite the next

Forever Beef