Steak Rap Lyrics

Start up the track just like its a grill

Before you listen, know that I'm for real

When the beat hits, got 'em saying it fire

But just know these rhymes are mixed with satire

Other rappers looking like a snack, I think I'll take a bite

When I'm rolling I got that freestyle hype

But my lyrics sting and leave 'em filled with fright

That's 'cause my bars weren't written overnight

Now pay attention as I'm cooking it up

And look out, got 'em shouting out loud "duck"

I'm like a steak, and that's in every which way

I'll lay it out on display just like a buffet

Listen, it starts out raw

Like the deep meanings of all of my songs

Its true, unadulterated, to the point

My tracks will surely not disappoint

The music I make is purely superb

Next step: you begin to douse it with herbs

Add the seasonings to give it some flavor

Your lines aren't special, mine are rarer

Rare, just like a few minutes later

It cooks and the taste slowly getting greater

I'm heating up, blowing up, I'm getting bigger

My career is gaining traction- Its full of vigor

I'm the best cut, with pink and tender

Turning you blue, here's a defibrillator

Screaming and bringing you back to life

I'm not done with you, I still got my knife

Now medium, I'm right in the middle

I'll smash any genre and make you cripple

And my friends all around me are killing it too

I'm in the middle, just let me explain it to you

First the instrumental, you get the memo

I can be smooth like [LxM]'s downtempo

Shout-out to Meli Anne the cream of the crop

Sings pop nonstop, from the top, can't flop

Then rock: the genre of my roots

Slaying next generation music is non-other than Dragon Fruit

Another plant: Tulip- Ruby rocking the bass

Greats raise to space, new place, embrace,

Then brace for what's about to hit

My crew will be the only ones who benefit

I know without a doubt my lyrics will leave you numb

Succumb, cry mum, your dumb, a bum

Well done: and that's what's next

And I'll make sure to be direct

And to the point, nobody's ever told you that

Closest you've come is burnt, that's a fact

And even though its been cooked straight through

I've got some more explaining to do

The meat is coming off of the grill

And I came with preparations to kill

I'm coming out hot, dropping a bop, can't swap

Not gonna' stop, straight to the top, the best chop

I'm not a bot, making a knot, you'll need a mop

Having 'em hop, this is my spot, its nonstop

Be sure to turn up the dial

Been planning this record a while

Been siting on it like it is a rack

And I'm not holding anything back

Open up the top, the air fills with smoke

When my lines hit you, they will make you choke

Better keep your voice down and be sure to whisper

If you don't, I'll speak back and leave a blister

A sting so hot it'll stay for years

It won't be on your hand but on your ears

As you listen to the rhymes that I've presented

You'll know they're not rented but solo invented

And intended for a larger audience known as the masses

I do it without even trying, don't need any classes

Be sure to pay attention to the steak's aroma

If you don't, get ready to get put in a coma

When cooking up a steak you listen for the sizzle

But you don't worry about all of the gristle

When you see me be sure to listen up close

Before I burn you, I'll be certain to say adios

I proved my music is not a mistake

And as I said before, I am like a steak

Cooked anyway you could possibly imagine

Grilling you up 'cause I'm the best new rhythmic lyrical assassin