Song: Beef

Instrumental: OnlyHardBeats

Lyrics:
“It comes that easy…
Music runs through me like a 5G signal
It goes back and forth in my head, like a jai alai wiffle
When I hear a hot beat, I get the tingles
Beef has gotta hit it and I ain’t one for biffing
I’m prickly, don’t step on me, I’m a thistle
Tough and grizzled, don’t get mixed up in my gristle
I’m on a mission, like a ballistic missile
I turn the tables, lazy susan, I’m on a swivel
Full of piss and vinegar, passing UA’s in a pickle
I’m walking all over this track, don’t write me a ticket
Something of a 90’s kid, Fresh Prince, I’m getting jiggy
I love it when my heartbeat syncs with the rhythm
And I love em skinny thick, when she can twerk and giggle
I need to see your true colors, that sure is pivotal
Is she artistic, intelligent, independent, political?
I’ma beaver whack her, smack her like padiddle
Ay, Black Lives Matter, no this is not a minstrel show
I’m not white or caucasian, this ain’t Göttingen 1734
Not colonial England, Israel, or Istanbul
They still don’t recognize different country and city folks
I’m with my brothers, yea I’m in the middle
I’m up the river, I don’t paddle piddle though
I’m well hydrated, wet the whistle, ready to spittle
Basement Made, bing bong, does that ring a bell?
Too Complex for most sites, no lingo of their own
I got em calling out bingo when I hit 4 in a row
Ay, are you catching my drift, or are you just stuck in the snow?
I’m just tooting my own horn, ya know, my piccolo
See, me against all odds, that’s juxtaposition
I gotta shake it up and let the fizz explode
Tinseltown has it in for me, they hail Hitler
They like a Snow White, White, White Christmas
I’m sorta like a straight Arrow, with John Diggle
Been known to get in ya face, like Rob Riggle
Or get sentimental like that one Vicks commercial
I need a Fat Amy friend like Rebel Wilson
What happened to whimsical?
I’m stressed out, bitches giving me wrinkles
Simple hos trying to be ethereal and mystical
I’m the bigger man but still gotta stay on my tippy toes
Weather says I got the trickle, I’m leaving ripples
No need to edit my pictures, no not a pixel
Hos love to sit on it, like let me go Tiff
And if I don’t want to date them, they say jump off a Cliff
Condemned to a life of hammer and sickle
It’s disabled me, but that don’t make me a cripple
If I had a nickel for every opp, I’d have a billion
You might want to get it, when the chronicle is finished
I’m a good read on paper and Kindle
You couldn’t whittle your way down to the tip of this pencil
Not even if we shared an apartment rental
Or we were eternally trapped in a sinkhole together”

"It Comes That Easy"

Prod. Taigen
Mix. Simeone
Art. Haichii Art

Lyrics:

"Commotion
Love motion
So potent
She glowing
And I'm going for her
Right now I'm going for her

Love motion baby
I'm getting all that work
Put that love in motion booskie
I'm wanting all the perks
Come on move that body mami
Be on your very worst
My baddies, my bitties
My baddies, love motion

Love motion
I'm bout action
Love how it puts you in emotion
I'm about that one

Don't rile me up cause you know ill go crazy
Take a chill pill so now she wanna date me
I'm feeling up to my old ways
Throw on 4 chains, clean J's
And switch into the low range
Ay, just to get a little some going
She's blushing n its showing now
And I don't really mind showing off
I get her glowing, then were going up
And I don't really care who else showing up
The way I treat her, I deserve a golden cup
I'm a man who always holds the fuss
If theres danger, I'll keep it tucked
I'm not gon be the one holding us up
I'm a man of my word, and now you're f-
You know all the work I put in on those trucks

Love motion baby
I'm getting all that work
Put that love in motion booskie
I'm wanting all the perks
Come on move that body mami
Be on your very worst
My baddies, my bitties
My baddies, love motion

Love motion
I'm bout action
Love how it puts you in emotion
I'm about that one

Cmon baby keep it a buck n gimme some time
I'm gonna pay off n all of you fine
I'll put it to work if you drawing the line
My love is one of a kind
I got your back if you're in a bind
I'm about pussy, I am a lion
Ooo I want it so bad I might start crying n drawing n falling
But listen baby, I don't even need to brag
Just listen to what I am saying
Be my teachers pet
I'll have you telling all of your friends
No disrespect
I just like the way that you say it
Come and have a conversation
I'll be impatiently waiting
You already know what my name is
Don't miss me baby, I'm a lay up

Love motion baby
I'm getting all that work
Put that love in motion booskie
I'm wanting all the perks
Come on move that body mami
Be on your very worst
My baddies, my bitties
My baddies, love motion

Love motion
I'm bout action
Love how it puts you in emotion
I'm about that one

Commotion
Love motion
So potent
She glowing
And I'm going for her
Right now I'm going for her"

"Love Motion"

Prod. ALMIGHTY ACZAVIER

Lyrics:

This beat is immature
I guess I better get back on the school bus
Shut the fuck up because this beat is too nuts
Yea, I'll take the tool out but not get get too loud
Man, this beat is kind of annoying
I might just tune out
Boy, I come from the boondocks, now cool down
Before I get the sticks and do a double boomdown
Put me in the corner, I might lose it
Ya know, ya never know with a loser
Run you down in my old school bluie
It'll get gooey
Your woman, introduce me
Oooey, no hawk fooey
Talk for a couple minutes and it's nudies
Put me in the water and I'll find buoys
I did background on Judge Judy
It was really kinda moody
Like, it was really kind of scripted
Not to pick fights but this is a Cliff mic
This is a Cliff night
I'm Batman, I'm a bad man, I'm in the back of the van
Not to go off on a tangent, but I got a plan
If you got the men, let's get it in
I've been hitting the gym
I've been spinning these cycles like a ceiling fan
Organic, I'm a man, no needles or crack
I'm as high as the top of the atlas
Pheromones catnip
Darkwing Duck or something
Or a Disney prince or something
They got my prints in the system
I can't say I did when I didn't
Got you in a trance, how you're feeling this shit
I'm crossing that line like a pilgrimage
I'm good in the hood like a warmup fit
Don't ask me about no cornbread
I'm from Wisconsin, that's corny
I'm the king, you better adorn me
Yea we got the midwest charm but we get ornery
Get over it
Check your privilege, that's over with
I'm a golem, I'm a polar bear
Yap yap, she got a yap
Bow bow, bow
See, I can do it too but I ain't part of the crew yet
Milwaukee is like a movie set
All these little moving sets
All I can do is do my best
And I'm on 10 whenever I step
Motormouth flow like I keep a Tech
God as my witness and my vest
Fans asking how I remember everything I said
And I don't really, I just freestyle when I forget
Abusing these bigots, and these fakes
I pray these Jakes, and these Karens, get the fade
Shout out the good parents
I dare you to keep it straight
Even if you're overpaid, or you're hanging off your mate
Do it your own way and that's a lot of weight
Keep the pace
And when you're doing great
Don't be afraid to have a piece of cake
Or cop a new gold chain
Or spit a hot new 68
That's fate

"Immature"

My ancestors would be proud.

Prod. Frederick

Lyrics:

Oh nooo. What's he doing? Oh nooo.

I just fucked a bitch, African Black
She brought her friend too, just for the sack
I hit it raw, no cap
Braids hanging down to her legs
I grabbed a whole hand
I taught her how to fuck, rolling up on her back
She was kind of a prude, she wanted to hold hands
I could barely fit it in
And her friend was like, 'get it then'
You're not really White, you're just a lightskin
And I don't even really even like White women
Call me a racist but I'm on strike from White women
Put a fist up and turn a dyke to my woman
And then lay the pipe down and wake up the whole building
The Blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
And the darker the woman, the tighter the cooch
I don't know what kind of nonsense they've been feeding you
Norwegians too
But these Black women really keep it cool
And clean, no STDs, pristine
On a G, Christine
Tell that to your dean
Ay, fucking this East Indian chick
I was into it
Type beats in the back
I found a rhythm with that ass
She like, 'do you dance?'
These women really rubbing off on me, I think
I smell like shea and cocoa butter, I stink
Uh, big Beef, fuck her til she queefs
Fuck her til past 3, like 'bitch stop screaming'
And they're coming so hard, it gets creamy
Like 'how many squirters are there out there
Or is it just me?'
Oh, I'm the freak
I'm the beast, I'm the peace
I'm the freak, I'm the freak, I'm the freak
I'm fucking this lightskin
She thinks I'm a nice man
Big lips, big kiss, muah
She's a star
She said I'm like a LIbra how I hit it
Bitch, this ain't no gimmick
She's always trying to switch positions
These women always trying to win the session
And make a memory
How could I forget it?
We have a connection
She's like, 'don't touch my hair'
Babe, I am not a bear
Don't be scared
Stand here, lay there
Straight player
All that twerking got me working for it
It gives me purpose and it's worth for me
In my bedroom, it's a circus homie
She's like, 'finish soon, jerk it homie'
She got church this morning
Then she throat it like a perc 40
Two hands on me, like she searched me for it
Perfect form
Now, who dis?
One of my students
Calls from out in the boonies
Rolling around my porch, about to lose it
She heard about me from her friend
Now she wanna do it
Racism, screw it
She loves my bass voice and the shoesies
Seen this kind of love in the movies
She heard I'm a nice guy and she want me to prove it
Eat that bread pudding
Eat it up, eat it up
Eat it up, eat it up

"Black Pussy"

Prod. @olderalen

Lyrics:

I'm locked in
Take a breath and I clear em out
Everybody's winning like a clearing house
Don't get ya pockets get to lint
That's embarrassing
You better get your money up
If you want a pair of rings
Ya gotta watch your bitches
Like you're Jacob Latimore
You better punch your ticket
While you still got cash to fork
Cause folks out here are hungry
It really hits your lungs when it's under
You gotta take a chance
When you see the bundle
There's one of em
I'm taking off
You better get your thrusters up
I'm cooking up
You better get your hunger up
I'm breaking off
It's time to get your feature in
I'm sick of all the whining, excuses
Let's just make some music
Capture the moment
This is poetry, listen
Then ask all of your homies
'Who's that going in?
Oh that's Clifton again
Oh what's wrong with him
He's got issues, I guess'
That's why I'm an independent man
I don't fuck with none of yall
I mean how many ways can I be the underdog
What do I got to shuck and jive
Or do the waltz, again
Fuck the law, government, school, and fake friends
If you want to talk conspiracy
Stay the fuck clear from me
I want what I'm owed and that's it
You're just delirious
And when I was homeless
You tried to lock me up dearly
You think you're ever going to get respect
From this real man
Now pop that ass
Bad bitches listen to the lyrics
Pop that ass
Real women hear it
Are you serious? x 4
Now I'm fucking a bitch in the back of the oldschool
Teaching her shit and she taking her notes too
I'm hitting it from the side, that's horizontal
Now we're all folded up like it's origami
This beat is something like a porn Konami
Hit it with two humps like a llama
Give it some real arc like a drama
Give it some bark like a rottweiler
I'm still talking to women, so get it delicious
Feel it so vividly, give me some kisses
I know that you're sick of the hibbity bibbity
Clifton, he does it differently
Gimmity gimity
Woobity wibbity
Dibbity dibbity
Woobiby wibbidy
Hippity hoppity
Hippity hoppity
Hoobidy hibbidy
Gibberish hibberdy
Gibberdy gibberdy
Gibberer gibberdy
Tojopity jopity
Tujoopity jappity
Topopity Poppity
Boopity beepidy
Dabeepity bopidy
Bopity bopidy
Bumpity bum
Dum diddy dum
Doom doom
Dimditty dame
Ha

"Breaking Off"

Prod. @olderalen

Gotta take time to live. Something you learn with age. You gotta take a little time to appreciate yourself and the life that you've built so far. Let's go.

Jambalaya on the stove, I'm eating good
Green tea with the mint, and a little clove
Chains jingling, I gotta a little money in my pocket now
Got a little money, so I had to ball out just a little bit
Just a sminch
Once you get it, you can't fidget
You gotta get your fledglings in a line
You gotta take that fishy out the brine
I ain't lying
There are ogres and trolls and goblins out here
You live in a fantasy world, no wonder you're scared
I know you're embarrassed by what's underneath what you're wearing
But no I'm not a cleric
I am not here to save you or fit you on page two
I already paid my dues, what the fuck you saying dude
I've been on a mission since I was like ten
And the weather out here is getting drastic
I better find a way to outlast it
Think elastic, or plasma
I gotta adapt, and that's tracking
I'm still alive and that's attractive
Get in line with the ratchets
Everybody want a.piece of the Packer
I've been making my own way, get your own life
Get your own flow, I got mine
I condone it, lead your own light
Love shouldn't be so difficult
So invincible, so trite
Who am I to try to sing in the middle of the song
To you like that
I know you like it downtempo
With a little bit of sad
Who am I to be looking in a place like this
For a face like that, thinking we gon kiss
Ooo, love don't happen for a man like me
No matter the risk
All the Carltons and charlatans
Trying to be Clifton the king
Grefe format, yea they wanna be seen
Parasites and cockroaches, they wanna be blinging
Catch em singing and gossiping like some little children
Breath stinkier than menudo and chitlins
They can't handle a man who's just chill with it
So they create another meme
Because they can't handle their feelings
I've been reaching to the tippty top of every building
Trying to break the seal, break the ceiling
Steel in my bones like a Steelix
Glitter in my grill like I'm Weezy
I've been dancing everywhere like I got Heely's on
Different gems in my jewelry, I guess my feelings off
And if I'm turning green, I gotta take it off

You ever get dressed up for yourself sometimes? Just get iced out, dripped out, for yourself. To celebrate.

I've been celebrating, I feel amazing
Nothing you can say that can take me down now
So many flows in every song
Living this life like ain't nothing wrong
Rolling the dice, laying the pipe
Smoking that good, and keeping it light
Keeping it nice, no lookalikes
Working it like a 9 to 5
Coming alive in the night
Money and rights
They took away my life
But I am still alright
Alright

"Self-Care"

Prod. Taigen

Lyrics:

Go out, n go out again
Go out n hit up all your friends

We need to party, party, party, no matter what
Dance, we need to dance, we need to dance whatevers hot
I'm in my zone
I can't be cloned
I'm in my mode
Now watch me go

I'm going in alone, it's time to come back home
Before I'm back on the road n gotta watch my phone again
Im counting my blessings
Im happy to be outside
And I couldn't think of a better place to be
I'm riding solo
I haven't stepped out in a minute
That alright
Ive been in my head n lost sight of the simple pleasure of having a good time

Now how do I initiate
Do I come on quick or wait
Comment on her lips or waist
Drop a line or a joke n wait
Hit the pen n I levitate
All this green on me, I'm baby safe
Straight up G, it's in my name
If you wanna be bout them games
No dope, all nattie, my heroine
All the little things about her apparel too
I put on a performance and get an appraisal
N I'm all in if she put it on the table
She wanna get freaky, I enable her
She all all my neck, she a nibbler
Im hooping and dribbling
Never belittling, riddles
If she into it
And i know she is

We need to party, party, party, no matter what
Whats that, now whats that, whats in your cup
Its time to change up the flow
I could mess with you on the low
But I'm out with the bros too
Babe you can get chose or get gone
I don't do love on a loan

Chorus

Ay guys, can we little a love for real
I mean what in the world is her deal
I'm just tryna get me a meal
I dont needa schpiel
Out here playing the field
Dropping my hard earned bills
She's catching the feels
But those same old flows, now theyre over with
Whats the total at
There's no going back
Im after boatloads of cash n a goat with a mansion
N getting my tan on traveling
Life is far from average
But thats what happens when you get after it
Ive actually been out here rapping n sh
I better watch my mouth before im cancelled again

We need to party, party, party, no matter what
No matter what

"Party No Matter What"

Prod. Kido 4 President

Lyrics:

I love these Milwaukee beats, cause I feel like I'm in a videogame or some shit. And Milwaukee is crazy.

Fucking Ocarina of Time, I feel like I'm in a mind warp
I'm on the race to collect my rupees against Ganondorfs
I got my canned beans and forks
And I'm strapped up to the core
The unprepared would call me a dork
But I'm ready on this F-Zero fun like Captain Falcon
Hiya, maximum punch on a muthafucka
Then I might hop in the truck
And go crazy clown Twisted Metal crazy truck on a muthafucka
Super Mario, I'm collecting coins
But I'm Luigi, get the point
You think it's funny until I hit you with that doing doing
Spyro, I'm breathing fire out of my mouth
As I'm roaming around the castle
Call of Duty, I keep the guns tucked away
Just in case the zombies become a hassle
And if it gets to Unreal Tournament
I'll go off on the whole planet
And I'll go Conker the Squirrel on an asshole
Earthworm Jim with the outfits
They say my fit's too tight
Why don't you just walk off the edge til you see the light
That's a Lemmings bite
I turn into Sonic the Hedgehog at night
And Batman during the day
I got a rabies bite
Keep making these songs and I might Starfox take flight
And then pass the controller to the little guy
Cause that's just the kind of person I am
I stomp over the town like Goemon
I know all the names of the Pokemon
Print out the receipts in cyan
Final Fantasy Tactics, I'm still leveling up
All of my skills are getting some love
Banjo, I got a bird on my back and I'm ok with it
I'm a bear but I'm on gay, get it
N64 was my jam but I'm ok with the new stuff
Madden and 2K too but not too tough
And yea the goon shooters, ya know, there's always room
But I like a turn based or RPG honestly
And a good platformer to round it out and polish me
But now I'm just sounding off rowdishly
Videogames mean a lot to me
And so do the streets
So can't we just make peace through hip hop
Make beats and get off

I suppose they might call this nerdcore. Nerdcore. Neeerdcore.

"Nerd"

Prod. @BigBagFtSlime

Lyrics:

I've been waiting to reveal this dance. So you need no prior knowledge of basketball, but it may help. I'll say that ahead of time. Prepare yourself, stretch out. We're gonna need a little bit of room. Alright.

Fuck the world, let's move
I got a little treat for you tonight
It's a dance, and it goes like this
Side to side, we dribble side to side
Side to side, we go side to side
Do the crossover, through the legs
Do the crossover, go side to side
Gotta rim run it, take a charge with it
Gotta barge with it, go in with it
Go full steam, go back with it
Gotta go in, you gotta get your team
Take a shot, now pop
Put it in, at the rim
Take a shot, get it off
Get it in, take off
Now fall back, now fall back
You gotta fall back, get back on D
You gotta fall back, fall back
Fall back, fall back on D

Alright we're gonna do that again. But pay attention this time. Now that we had one practice. Let's go.

Side to side, now we moving side to side
Let's go side to side, now we moving side to side
Let's go through the legs, through the legs
Let's go around the back, around the back
You gotta go in, you gotta go in
You gotta attack, you gotta fall back
You go in, you gotta lean
You gotta move, you gotta dream
Make a lay, make a trey
Make a three, make a two
You gotta hit your shot, hit your shot
You gotta hit your shot, hit your shot
Fall back, get back
Get back on D, get back
Fall back, get back
Get back on D, get back
Now freestyle
Go ahead freestyle
Get it, get it, this is Clifton

"The Clifton Dance"

Prod. Kido 4 President

Lyrics:

God complex, they say I'm a narcissist
They call me a sociopath, they won't let me comment
They diagnose me with everything, as long as I don't get SSI
Or any kind of DEI
For me, they're anti-equality, opportunity, and rights
They're all in on Quincy's scam from beginning to end
And they love libel and slander, they'll never give in
And they're lazy, but nuh uh because they said
Their whole persona is stupid, dead
Jealous because they never got groupie sex
They're loopy in the head
They learned a dictionary word and now they're super rad
Yea and go red, like Superbad
A bunch of honkies and uncle toms in a school that's 'not so bad'
They're like 'But what's your problem, I thought you were happy
Didn't you find like us stealing all your money, and scamming
Was really what you wanted in the end'
And they're actually this stupid where they really meant this
The type to die laughing at a Coke and a Mentos
They see fascism and slavery and they're like
'Oh but what about the praying mantis'
'And what about those people that drink Fantas'
'And what about geomancers'
'And what about cancer'
They're anti-efficiency, anti-get it done today
They're anti-triage and they don't know how to delegate
I mean DOGE is just goon bait
Trump is just another redneck roommate
And the democrats are still in love with slavery
They call this gibberish because they don't know how to critical think
The same type of people to whine that I don't drink
Complain that I don't got a ring
Grip to pagan religions
And sneaky link
They got a low IQ so they say I stink
I'm multitalented so they say I can't make a decision
Concentrating on who is pretty and who is gritty
And that's how they fill their posishies

They're so stupid. They're like, 'Really?' 'Really?' 'But really?'

"God Complex"

Prod. @OlderAlen

Lyrics:

You gotta learn some of these Milwaukee dances folks. A lot of dancing going on out here.

Do the 50 dance, even though I only got a 38, 9, and 45
You know I'm working on that 556
But give me a minute, it's kind of expensive
Do the 50 dance like I'm Curtis Jackson
Nah fuck that, do the 50 dance like I'm 50k RealStasher
Do the 50 dance like a tweaked out Michael Jackson
Do the 50 dance like you just broke her back on the mattress
Welcome to the show, I'm burning gas like a scatpack
Man I've been only my lonely, I think I need an ass to tag
Let's go to a different planet and then plant a NASA flag
And we can do some table games but I don't do baccarat
Or how about some food or whatever makes you happy fast
I'm looking for a JuJu Watkins to really get some baskets with
And I'd say I love all women but that really comes with an asterisk
Some of yall are nasty bitches, with nasty words, and nasty snatch
With an ass that'll give me an asthma attack
But listen kids, it aint worth it
Keep dancing, do the jerk and shit
All these hos have unrealistic expectations for a man
Doing my 50 dance, I don't need to grit and shit
Never even touched 10k but I'm owed millions
Do the 50 dance, you gotta stay happy with it
Fascists around every corner, trying to take your feelings
But back to the ass smacks
I'm looking for a booty that's fit but gelatinous
So fat I gotta hold it up like Atlas
I'm looking for a bitch to match my snatchness
You can check my resume and check the statlist
I've been a winner since a kid I just don't got my cash yet
Do the 50 dance with my buffs on
And I don't really wear shades but I had to go in
Get a knockoff brand, save the money, and rock that
I'm from the middle of Wisconsin like Rockfest
I'm like Thor how I drop in, fuck that pop shit
Tupac with the bald head, I'm balling like Rawlings
I hear all your hate but this is my calling
They have had my number, they can call me
You made the wrong person rich and that's not on me
So don't come up to me after all this and get on me
We're not homies
Do the 50 dance, yea yea
Do the 50 dance, cmon
Do the 50 dance, let's get it
Do the 50 dance, yea

"50 Dance"

Prod. AngelLaCiencia Beats

Lyrics:

Big shout out to Sonia, Caitlin, and Sarina. Yall gave me the inspiration that I needed to go out and find these delicious trios of women. Thank you.

I look for women in groups of 3, cause one is not enough for me
Trifecta
There's a few reasons why they called me Beef
Trifecta
One of em gotta look like that chick off Angie Tribeca
One of em gotta have red hair like she's a straight up leprechaun
And one of em gotta remind me of Mia Khalifa but she's more Indian
Listen, I think about yall all the time
So if you ever want to fuck to pass the time
Do you wanna have a little glass of wine
I swear to God I'd drink again for yall
Trifecta
Koosh, I'll wet ya up
This aint Johnny Sins, I'm sexier
Pause, I'll hit it secular
Missionary then I'll baptize you
Have yall fighting over a pecking order
Oh you're hungry, I'll put in a Checkers order
I'll change you up like a penny sorter
I used to fuck a chick that looked like Penny Coco
Had her pulling Black chicks for us in a threesome like a Henny social
Trifecta
To the young ones, you gotta try better
I fucked this fat bitch with her friend watching
Now she got skinny, that's a go getter
Heyyy, and now she looks like Chrisean Rock
I don't fuck with White, Black, or Brown bitches
That fuck with white, black, or brown, bitches
I like em clean when I'm pounding it
You got a friend or something, let's rock
There's plenty room on this ah
Before she start sucking, she say bismillah
And I don't even play guitar
Trifecta
When I'm done with a woman, she's like 'Oh my God'
I'm like, 'I'm not God, and I know that's a common misconception
I made it myself'
But praise up to my sexual health
I've been putting these women through heaven and hell
Giving em all of myself
I'll be fucking one, she'll tell the other one help
I am not a minute man, I am not twelve
I am not a man that you put on the shelf
And I'll fuck her up when I start speaking Spanish
She like, 'Oh I didn't know you spoke a different language'
And Latinas don't really seem to like threesomes
Otherwise I'd get into it
But these Thai and Chinese freaks, I'm really into em
Trifecta
One of my only regrets is not fucking more of you hos for real
But now I'm getting in gym zaddy body and I'm getting looks like 'What's the deal'
Maybe they need more anxiety pills
Here I got some, I'm prescribed the shit
I had to find some new hos cause the old ones formed a cult on me
As soon as I post em, they go postal on em
Like they got postpartum
Just cause I did the poster on em
I had em screaming like they had a ghost sighting
I go swimming in that water like Poseidon
Got em gritting their teeth like Kiera Knightley
Yea pleasure and pain is a fine line
And I give em all of mine, all ah
Trifecta
Clifton Gravy, I'll hit you with that scepter
Old girl was having a malfunction, I had to adjust her receptors
Like what's your problem, do I gotta fuck your friend first or what
So many chicks, I swear to God, they treat a pussy smell like pheromones
You gotta show it off
Wear it on your neck and cuffs
Yea shout out to the sluts
Fit guts and big butts
I like em fit thick, yea real strong, yea yum yum
No dum dums
They damn near overpower me tryna fuck
Trifecta
I've been with so many women, they think I'm dirty
But I just got tested, I'm clean as a virgin
Off White, like I'm Abloh, Virgil
Smooth and hard, like the back of a turtle
Give me your heart or I'll have to burgle
So Midwest but don't call me a burger
I'm with the bovines, I'm a Nerfherder
I don't care if you're an accountant or server
Baby don't be nervous
I'm looking for an uno, dos, and a tercer
I outlined your body with the cursor
I'm kind of obsessed with your person
Slide in her DMs like a lurker
I'm just trying to plant some seeds for further
You can call me a geek or a nerd
But I'm at the peak, I'm a bird
I don't care what sect is your church
I'm in love with the women of the Earth
Let's get freaky like its a cirque...

"Trifecta"

Prod. AngelLaCiencia Beats

Lyrics:

My parents were gonna name my brothers or myself 'Brooke' if we were a girl. Ironically, I've been with more Brooke's than any other named woman.

Ayyy Brookie, Brookie, Brookie, I gotcha
Whoosh, Brookie, ayyy, Brookie
Wet up, Brookie, slap that, Brookie
Wet up, Brookie, I got you, Brookie

She always keeps it wet like a brook
Ayyy I couldn't make this up in a book
Ayyy I've been with so many Brooke's, man I'm cooked
Whoo, she got that smoke I'm bout to blow that soot
Yea head to her toes, she's a brook
Green eyes, fat ass, she ain't a rook
She's so wet when she sees me, she's like whoosh
Pretty lips, tight waist, and the ahhh
She's a Brooke
Dirty muhfucka, she will push
Tender little bitty, she turn to mush
She did good
Talking over the phone and she got freaky
She told me she's rubbing on me her pussy, I'm like 'Jesus'
She goes to church more than I do, how can I be her preacher
She really loves the cowgirl, I'm like 'Girl I'm not a cowboy'
She likes to wrastle and get rowdy
Ayyy next time bring a friend and let's get crowded
Fat pussy, ushy gooshy, beatiful smile, I wish she would she
I love her style, she's sweet like pudding
Down for whatever and I'm like 'Goodie'
She got them Ciara 'Goodies'
I really can't say enough about that cookie
But we had fun doing other stuff
Going on dates and doing the lovey dove
How could you forget that fun we had
Don't be an ugly one
You're an inspiration
How bout we all get together and take a vacation
Trifecta
Ooo baby, you're laking, you're really going, like the ocean
You were so wet it was crazy baby
Had to wipe off my face with a hankerchief
Took a hit of the piff and relaxed
Now flip over now it's time for your back
She get to sucking and slobbering the max
Afterwards I'll take you to TJ Maxx
Yea we can get popping and flex
Cause I don't need much but St. Vincent's
And you showed me your house, that's respect
I know you really wanted me all the way in
And there's nothing that I would redact
Except we shoulda fucked more in the past
Ay I love you, I'll never forget you
But if you know anyone with your name, give me their digits
I'm still living the picture
You could say it's an addiction, how much I love women
And it ain't a riddle
I'm just saying, I'm in a pickle
All of these women of different ethnicities, and I'm in the middle
I'm lifting three times my body weight, like I'm a beetle
I'm sneaking through that little door like I'm a beagle
Oh Brookie, Brooklyn, B-Mo, Brookie
BB, Booty B, Brooklyn, hey BB
Brooklyn, hebibi, hey Brookie, Brookie
Brooke, Brookie, B, hey baby
Brooklyn, Brooklyn, hey baby, hebibi
Hey Brooklyn, hey Brooke, hey Brooke, hey Brooklyn
Hey Brookie, hey Brooke
I'll wet ya up, I'll get ya up, I'll flex it up, I've had enough
I'll fed it up, I'll wet it up

"Brooke's"

Prod. REY PANDORA

Lyrics:

They're like, 'you can't talk like that, you can't talk like that'
'White boy'
They're like, 'you can't talk like that, you can't talk like that'
'You're poor'
You ain't saying none, you can't talk like that
You're boring
Your mouth is shut, you can't talk like that
You're so corny
They have the vocabulary of a fascist grammar Nazi
That's why they tell the cultured to stop talking
They have nothing to offer
They're just fake people that put their God and dog first
They say you can't say grammar Nazi, and then they call you a Nazi
Remember, they transpose and interpolate, that's what they do
And sarcastic everything, that's their whole crew
And that's what supposedly makes them cool
How stupid these people are, it's cruel
They've been handed everything their whole life
But 'nuh uh, because something about shoes'
Or some other self-retarded ruse
Man these fake folks really have less worth than goop
'You can't talk like that, you can't talk like that'
All praise the Jews, right
Or is the Catholics, or the Baptists, or some other oppressive faction
Man, none of yall have any passion
You just act it
That's why they always stand against aggression
And find more ways to be passive
They're like, 'you can't talk like that, you can't talk like that'
'White boy'
They're like, 'I'm calling my mom, I'ma call my dad'
Like a boy
You can't talk for none, you can't speak for shit
By choice
They don't know the streets, so they say it's all gibberish
Cliches by definition
Y tambien hablo y no puedes hacer nada pararme
I'm an omnivore, I'm ripping the carne
Ooo, that's was off topic, I must be retarded
Or so they say right
And something about gay rights
They're not smart, they're not nice, they're not fun, they're not right
They really live for this shit all day and all night
Yea coasties and suburbanites
White hos and Jersey Mike's
Always in tight clothes and jerseys like
They're not a bunch of leeches and parasites
Making jokes about the paralyzed
Because they have curly hair and pair of blue eyes
What are the ethnic groups most known for lying again
Oh that's right
Oh yea the far left, Midwest
Or far right, Mideast, that's right
Or is that reversed, like your people do
Running around like some Pikachu's
You're like, 'you can't use those words'
And they go use some different words
They're name callers, it's petty
They're not scientists, they're not ready
They're actors, that's why they're steady
And they've been doing this forever, that's why they're breaded
All their Mediterranean brethren
Of course they don't believe in heaven
They've been spoon fed since they were incepted
Obviously they're going to call the working class the devil
They're never had to go through it
Living their life out like a movie
That they produced, on the backs of me and you
They like to cherry pick, they're very picky, they like to pick and choose
Pretend sweet and hearty, that's how they fake the rue
They make and break the rules
Just listen to the radio when you're on a cruise
Listen to a congressional hearing
Or turn on any kind of news
Yea they've had me in the noose and many others too
They like to flip flop and switch groups
Rape and attack the brood
Because somebody in their ancestry worked on shoes
Or the videogame Doom
They don't even consider different types of ancient runes
But they love child beauty pageants
And they're big fans of grooming
They're like, 'We love you but there's just no room'
Their accent is the definition of the privilege accent
And the actions they take are Nazi fascist
They're like, 'Oxford dictionary or else'
'AP style or else it doesn't like matter and who cares'
And this is what yall call leaders
The ones putting poison in feeders
Soldier Tweeters
And 'you can't wear a beater'

"You Can't Talk Like That"

Prod. AngelLaCiencia Beats

Lyrics:

Dame el espacio y voy a tweak
Fuck the state and fuck the police
Yall dont know nothing about grief
I've been in the streets like a piece
I've been in the lab like a geek
I got my own pad like a G
Tell your bitch to come over and freak
I just seen her OF leaks, like OMG
I'm cold to the toes on my feet
Bold as a Sharpie
I don't fuck with plastic Barbies
I like thick women with a purpose
Oh is that you, you deserve this
I was troubleshooting, I found a purpose
Ay upvote me on the server
I'm taking over, I'm a worm, I'm a glitch
I'm not a black hat hacker but I rock black hats cause I'm active
I used to move little sacks, but now I don't do none of that
Ay I'm a doc, I'll get you prescribed
Click the follow button online
I hit the pen and I'm thinking up rhymes
I need more money, I've spent enough time
I'm schlick but I ain't on schlime
Ay brudder, I'm smoking that pine
I'm a penguin, I just learned to fly
Single and I got my own ride, I'm fine
I just got tested and I'm virile
Better go back to the fish in the barrel
Russian roulette and I'm picking a barrel
Slavic, I'm always going through perils
I'm good with a bow, like Daryl
Crazy adventures like Harold
All you little haters are sterile
Dame todas las Iberas
My vision is good, I'm eating plenty of carrots
I don't fuck with bots, NPC's, or parrots
You all are obsessed with who's who of parents
Or who's glaring
I've been on a mission like it's merited
Like it's a dare
I am a paragon, Alaska to Maryland
I am the leader of the pack like Aragorn
Always get stopped with my carry on
Hitting these runs like a marathon
I've been in the back of the picture with my middle finger up
We can kick it like Figueroa
I'm good for your skin like aloe vera
And if you got a feature request, I'll send it up
I appreciate you but I'm in a rush
I'm in the city and I'm in the cut
Shout out the women with nice butts
Tight waists and organic faces
I'm in the same bucket
Fit thick, yea I'm a lush
Yea I love looking but can I touch
Let me get a little bit of love
I'm only fucking with 7's and above
And if you rate me lower, then you are with Trump
You are dumb
Pick up the ball when they're trying to punt
I go for it all, I ain't some little runt
For a 90's baby, I'm way out of pocket
These people my age are not really rocking
I'm head banging, just came from a concert
I really love dancers, I really love poppers
So if you can move, then please get on me
Women have always been my homies
They're like, 'What's this mission we're on Beef?'
I'm like, it's Clifton, you can check the description
My palate is diversified
I'll get you high like a perc and a line
Ain't a single hater that's a person of mine
Yea, flipping the beat and I'm keeping it going
If you got a request, then phone in
Quit flipping your hair like Conan
You ain't really going in
Healthy lifestyle, yea a motherfucker going in
Don't ask me who the poet is
What is this practice, I don't use AI
70K users on my website monthly
What are you going to do when I have money
You've been sitting around this whole time, acting funny
Playing games, gin rummy
Too many seasons, Always Sunny
Most of these cookies are crumby
So many bars and I've been on the inside for a little bit
But I ain't trying to claim
But all that time was a waste
Sitting in my cell block praying
A college graduate with a global sensation
And I'm still waiting on my payment
The key to the city, I should've been gaven
My hometown, my haven
But a bunch of Whities, yea they love slavery
And their rainbow friends ain't any greater
Almost every single one of their conversations is complaining
And they're your favorite
Have you ever met a celebrity, they're basic
Ooo, so cutting edge, Ascics
And they mentioned the basement
Man, if we just had an AI tool for measuring fakeness
Fascists worried about losing their faces
Not giving one single second to my case
And obviously they have no patience
They grew up without ever having to wait...

"Dame Mas"

Prod. @BigBagFTSlime

Lyrics:

Ooo, I found a new addiction
It's you
I had a vision
Bad bitches, I can't get you out my mind
Please give me another chance
I've been on the low with you for too long
And I know you don't want to live that loner life
Bad bitches, whatever you want, I'll get it
Once I get you alone, good riddance
And we can take a picture, it'll be real niche
I'm off the smoke, and you'll be off the liquor
Give me a chance to get in, and I'll create a fissure
Hehe, I heard your little giggle, I like it how you wiggle
Yea everything you do baby, we can do it bigger
And no I'll never test ya unless it's your rhythm
Yea I ain't gon bow bow ya baby
I really like your style baby
So let me get you out of town baby
Let me take you somewhere, outer space or anywhere
Bad bitches, I can't get you out my mind
Please give me another chance
I've been on the low with you for too long
And I know you don't want to live that loner life
Life is made for two, let's go on a cruise
Where'd you get those shoes, I really like em on you
Yea I got my own collection too, a real life of a loner
Yea I'm real nice but I might get dicey on ya
Cook you some dinner or take you to the casino
We can be alone, I don't need to show you off
You're one of a kind, you could never have a clone
Now throw me a bone baby, I'm just a dog trying to get on home
Ooo bad bitches
That's my addiction

"Bad Bitches"

Prod. REY PANDORA / BEATS

Lyrics:

Delta 8 is not good enough, pathetic loser. Grow up, boy. Girl. Cmon.

Don't give me that fake weed delta 8 shit when I'm expecting some real weed
I can tell the difference you fucking gimmick
This is not my medicine
Fake friends trying to sell it off on me
They're like, "Well I don't really mind if it's not legalized"
And obviously they have no Black friends
And they don't know anyone that's been through the system
Always bitching and whining about some little shit
Like that doesn't go hand in hand with racist
They're like, "Well I don't like the smell"
Again, they are a racist
Ask them how they feel about Blacks or Mexicans
Especially if they're White or Asian
You're gonna learn real quick Americans are fucking pigs
"Ya, I like rap, especially if it's like Macklemore or Kendrick"
"But what about like White rapper, or this White rapper, or this White rapper, if you're White?"
"And what about this Black rapper, and this Black rapper, and this Black rapper, if you're Black?"
They purposely enclose themselves inside a box
And anyone that steps outside that box is goofy or sad
Holy cow Wisconsin is full up with dumbass rednecks
And city schlicks not worth a shit
The type that thinks they're intelligent because they didn't hit the books
Or they scammed someone out of their whole look
Or they just sit inside safely all day like a typical American woman
And anytime it's 4:20, or they hear the word green, heeheehee
They're stuck in the War on Drugs and the 70s
I gave these people like 30 years to learn something simple, now they're dead to me
Let me guess, they have a lot of these parroted phrases that they use repetitively
Who are all these completely meaning people voting against weed in 2025
Really
Let me guess, you've been handed everything your whole life or you're a country bumpkin
And bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, God loves you, or something
And you'll get into heaven because of your complete fuckery
Or something, or whatever, that's how they treat everything
Ooo a bunch of Whities in Madison versus the Blackies in Milwaukee
Or what is it again
And then the Brownies will jump in like
"Well what about me and my dumbass clique and my stupid kin"
Their anti-independent, Pubs and Dems, hers and hims
They're like, "Well move to Canada then"
These terrorists are everywhere
Filling the air with poison constantly
They're like, "Drink Wisconsinbly"
If we cleared these people from the face of the Earth we'd be living in a utopia
But that's not how their favorite book goes written by that one cunt
And they read a synopsis of a study, so now they're real intelligent
Or something sarcastic, they might as well be made out of plastic
They're like, "Well we don't need to get drastic"
And that comes with anything that requires even just the little tiniest bit of action
And the fascists are like, "It's not that deep, scope creep"
I mean if God needs a sacrifice, please use these sheep
They have less worth than sheep
They have less worth than sheets
Soft as Peeps
You know the kind that shows their ballsack through their jeans
They're like, "Ya but one time I was in the city or the country and something bad happened to me"
"And as a fill in the blank type of person, I feel like yaaa"
And then they get mad about how they sound so they make up a different accent
They say the same things but with different rhetoric
Perverted into something sexual
I can't wait til we got working bots to show off how stupid yall are
They're like, "But don't you know that weed makes you droopy eyed"
The potential for weed is far and wide
So again, why
Is it again the Jews, Catholics, and Baptists
With a little bit of atheist for flavor
They're like, "Xenophobia, because he said something, and I don't like his demeanor"
Something about a penis or a wiener, or a butthole, or a jackass
Or something involving an ass or a penis
Holy cow yall are the real tweeners
You don't know what you mean and you don't know what you believe in...

"Delta 8"

Prod. Cessna

Lyrics:

Yea I need you
I'm better when I'm with you
We've been through it
Oh, I'm better when I'm with you, yea
A snap of the fingers won't make me snap out of it
Yea we've been through too much to call it quits now
I better calm myself down
Don't call her a bitch, that's my baby
She knows I don't drive a Mercedes
But she'll stay with me as long as I know who I am
And that's forever
So I guess I got her in the camp
You don't need to put our love under no lamps
I know I'm her man
Cmon baby, let's dance
I always catch your flow and you get mine back
I love your legs and you love my back
Watch me spin, I'll put you in a trance
Don't get too attached
The night is just starting baby
We gotta warm up just a little bit
Come take a hit
Take a hint
Now let me see your footwork baby
Show me how you brought me in
Let's make em jealous, just a little bit
We're matching our auras
Our flow is just going
It's all natural and everybody knows it
Hey no, yea, don't put it on me, not yet
I got a little project
Let me see you pop it
Yea, throw a little bop in
Then I'm back on offense
Let me give a little bit of content
Ooo yea, I get all the comments
That's a different type of compliment
When they praise you up or clown your man
But we both know these kind of games
We've been through it
We don't need to mess with none of that
We too queued
Yea we've been choosing
Everybody else been losing
Yea, see us together, and they might lose it
Our whole thing fluid
The longest distance, I flew it
Yea they really wish I posted you
But we both know that's not how we grew
Cmon baby, show me that move
Show me that move that got me to come over to you
Uff, let me regroup
And I'll be back with a little bit of action
In this club, it's just me and you
Now let me show you how a G do
I'ma let you eat but let me feed you
You treated me, now I teach you

"Catch Your Flow"

Prod. BeatsbyDutchRevz‬

Lyrics:

Howling at the moon
I don't don't play no games
I'm just creeping, moving
Cause all I do is go
Howling at the moon
I don't got nothing to hide
Everything looks the same now
This spice is going through my head
This is all a one take
One more time, I'll leave you
I'll leave you for dead
I told you, and and I'll tell you once again
This is Clifton
Howling at the moon
Working, it's a late night
It's ok though, I love it
Freestyle, I'm above this
I am everything
I'm the one that you trust when you go on up
I'm howling at the moon
You don't need to stay up with me though
You can fall asleep, good night baby though
I'm the one that you want to keep up with
The one that don't gotta wear no scrubs
But I trust that you're putting in the work
Everyday when you put on those gloves
Cause everytime I see you, I fall in love
This is just a little bit for you baby
I can feel you in my brain, it's ok though
I see you across the way
I'm howling at the moon
Just for you

"Howling At The Moon"

"No Cookie Cutter Conversation" ft. Splitty

"IT"

Prod. @OlderAlen

Lyrics:

It's a government shut down, what the fuck now
How you talking so lout with all those dicks in your mouth
I see a piggie and I'm picking em out
If I see a bitch down, I'm digging her out
They are like, 'Wow, you took a different route'
Down on the farm, it's chicken in, don't chicken out
Put my foot up your ass until I get gout
Smoking this fire, I'll blow up the clouds
Boy I've been around, I've been to your town
You want to take a shot, I'll give you a round
How you a bot and don't make a sound
How you a thot and you look like a clown
How you sell rock and call it your town
I don't even drink, I don't need a pick me up to put it down
Used to pop percies, now I'm picking up pounds
You don't like the style, look in the lost and found, it's awesome now
Thrify like an addiction
Lots of bad bitties in my vision
I'm off that oil, it's in my system
I got big goals, no need to kick it
No rigmarole, I paid the tickets
Full court press, I needed to have handles
Who are you to think you could've handled it
They wanted me out panhandling
I took my life back and manhandled it
Fascists ain't a fan of this or smoking canibus
But they do like the smell of candles, gasoline, and manly butts
That's Donald Trump, that's Sean Combs
Okee doke, you're some bigot or some drone
I'm happy now, don't get in my zone
Wait until I finish my book and I post
Gimme some bread, gimme a loaf
Had a couple hits but it'd be bigger than both
They're like, 'What's the point in rapping if you're not handed everthing in life
Or you're not flaunting government cash
Or you're not selling some form of crack
What's wrong with this guy?'
I'm full on crazy, no baby
So many hos in my state
I need me a foreign, just got me a new whip
Pushing 120 on I-94
I'm foolish, windows tinted, I'm ghoulish
Presidential, Calvin Coolidge
Hit the festival, meet a new witch
Fuck a tutelage, I'm too religious
Fuck the news, it is too rediculous
Too big for my britches
Burned too many bridges
Decisions meticulous and deliberate but too schizophrenic

"Smoking"

Prod. @BigBagFtSlime

Lyrics:

A Clifton type beat, now this is what I'm talking about
Another Clifton like me, I heard they're all washing out
Switching to coffee now, getting their boss's towels
Getting their butthole ate out
I'm back, and I will never turn my back on Hip Hop, that's a fact
I will never break or bend on that
I have no hair, no cap
A bunch of Packers and Bears, what you know about stats
Boy I've been in the kitchen and I don't cook crack
6'4", 230, you know I can whip up a snack
And if the front end aint hitting, I'll pick up the back
I just scheduled some tats, I hate doing taxes
I'm just spitting facts, I know that's unattractive
But I got the strength to put Earth back on its axis
I know we got off course and some of yall been fasting
And you really wish I would put all of that beef in the past tense
I got bigger problems than the fish in the sea
And I dont need to get into all that, its all greif
But no it aint G
And no I aint gonna explain to you again why I got my whole namesake taken by the government
And friends
And no I aint ever gonna give up until the last day, until my very end
Welcome to the system, Im glitching
I got the upper hand and I dont got digits
Im sagging my pants and fucking these bitches
Rocking this gold, barking and blicking
They say 'you're too old, you are a gimmick'
I say you aint folks and you aint business
Let the beat breathe
I took the long road, I like to see green
And if that dont make sense, you should be me
From a bright future, the darkest days
I had to see through the haze
I cant hear no bitchass hater now
I shoot lasers out
I got pages on top of pages, what do they put down
Independent since the beginning, never took the fabled route
Things get serious, they get pasted mouths
Too real, I hear that takes me out
But I aint giving up , fuck it
Its all luck anyway right
Shit, it's gotta be somewhat
Shout out to Slums for this Clifton type beat
Keep that heat coming bro

"Unattractive Facts"

"Red Flags"

Prod. YAR1

Lyrics:

They're like, 'Am I them'
Bitch I am him
I am the lord, sing me a hymn
I admit that I thought that I was God for a little bit
Because yall are so fucking dumb
My bad
And youre still fucking dumb
You have no talent, no skills, no accomplishments of your own
But you have money, so you think you won
But why could I beat at you at like anything under the sun
And youre the chosen one
Becuase you got some dumb cunt kids too
You paid to have sex with like one woman and then cum
Reproduction, and then
You need a dictionary or encyclopedia or something
Here Ill teach you a little bit about yourself
Go look up American exceptionalism
Youre no different than those crackers on your shelf
Ill take you back in the day how Im stacking the pelts
I gotta get creative how Im creating wealth
Im out in the world and theyre preparing my cell
Id n cracked the code, theyre just starting to delve
Theyre like, 'Give me your secrets so we can steal them
And then say we didnt'
Theyre like, 'Give me more music, give me more hits
So we can steal them and not give you payment'
I wish I could say the problem is with suits and ties
But most of yall are not that high up
Theyre like, 'Its really tough out here, Ohio'
Thats like Hollywood here
Chicago is like the holiday spirit
Didnt you hear, I dont exist
Im supposed to be drowning in spirits
Pounding the beer and the weirdos
Clowning, entertaining the beardos
Floundering around like I need a cure for it
Listening to the radio, like still serious
I tell them I like women and they're like
'Well are you bi curious'
Theyve been trying to convince me to be gay
Since I was a little kid and the women are no different
So no I'm not on some mission to marry some dumb hoe
Just cause she has a pussyhole
I'm intelligent, creative, and swole
Those are three things that youre not born with either
So either get some or get gone
And most of these females dont have style either, its pathetic
Bitch I made my style off of Goodwill and St Vincents
Suck my dick
And when they have nothing to complain about, they just scream
'Disrespect'
Yea, Im about to go nine minutes on some random topics
And just drop it
I dont even use the fucking internet when I do this shit
I just go off the top with it
Yea flow like the big river, I come from way up there in Wisconsin
Woah Ive been to hoods everywhere
Boy I took the bus out in Compton
But not that thats some competition
Because Ive been to mansions in Hollywood too
I got the resume, I got nothing to prove
What about you
They call me a dick and asshole
They dont how to talk so they talk about anatomy
I say I want justice, they say I want flattery
Or something about a domestic battery
Yummy Im off that cabbage leaf
And a bunch of pills for my sanity
I gotta watch my calories, living off this salary
Im not complaining about some office job, not off and on
Im not Fox News or QAnon
Im not your pops or some lil punk
Speak in the present, you peasant
One to ten, Im eleven
I make sense of you brethren
Blah blah blah blah blah blah six seven
Six Nine, snitch guys
But then again, I dont flip no bricks guy
Not on this side, no Bloods or Crips guy
But fuck the guys guy
I aint forget no hindsight
Mr guy guy
One on one its night night
Keep a four five for a Mai Thai
Dead sober, no Mai Thais
Mask on, shy guy
CCW, my right
Nine on the dash when I ride by
Thirty eight in the stash if you stop by
TMI for the little guys, I got an AR in the closet if I feel like it
They call me crazy and I still like it
They call me a Nazi, they want me to Stillenacht it
This is Wisconsin, they reached out, Im still not with it
I blew up off a lovesong for Jews, or are you still not listening
I admit I keep my religion a little distant
But Ive marched for men, women, and children
Written for those with real feelings
I dont need a thank you to lift my spirits
Or a photo to keep up appearances...

"Trato"

Prod. Kronos Beatz

Lyrics:

This is a happy song, everybody sing along
This is a happy song, please don't bring me down
This is a happy song, everybody get along
This is a happy song, now I'm happy now
Used to make style out of hand me downs
Got me a couple cap and gowns
Turn that frown upside down
You can call me papi now
I knock em out, Manny Pacquiao
I am a glitch, you better patch me out
I'm so hot, I belong in the South
Maybe I should take that route
I am more than a brat with some krout
I am the topping they all talking about
I got the topics if we talking with mouths
If I am a pussy, then they are a mouse
But no need to grimy, no foul
Ayyy, wipe of my face with a towel
Ayyy, then I'm going back in full vowels
Ayyy, on a search for a Rhonda Rouse
This is a happy song, somebody dap me up
I'm stacking tracks back to back, this ain't happenstance
This ain't an act, I'm the man, I just happen to rap
But shout of Common, shout out Herbo, shout out Chance
Throw on a beat and I'll choreograph
That's at the core of my set
See, movement is a big part of who I am
Hooligan and a student
Bitch, I am so based, I'm the blueprint
I went from the basement to popping up in movies
Ayyy, cool on the inside like a coozie
But I'll still pop off like a doozie
Uffda, they want more white shit
I give em a big white dick
This is a happy song, everybody sing along
This is a happy song, everybody get along
I'm so fucking attractive, I sit there and stare in the mirror
Like somebody should really be here for this
Whooo, shout out John Cena and Rick Flair
I don't need no bitch
And fuck the WWE's politics but I recognize
A positive mindset when I see it
And I have no patience for racists
Stay in your place if you're complacent
Ayyy, you wanna talk race relations
I've been with a woman from damn near every single nation
And I don't even take vacations
I can hear em all now
They're like, 'he's exaggerating'
I love me a pad and pen but this is off the top of the head
Sipping on an aguasita, smoking on Muha Meds
I realize I got a whole wall of shoes
But I just ordered two more for Christmas
But I needed the Freak 7's and the Harden's
Yea I got a whole lot more than Jordan's
Lebron's might be the most important
Yea I'm a 90s baby, not boring
I'd n been all over like Boeing
Ay, same old Midwest story, I'll just Waltz in and start going
If I gotta double time it, I'll double rhyme it
And it's too bad, because I like doing that
But y'all just get behind
Midwest chopper, you better get in line...

"Happy Song"

Prod. Proto Beats

Lyrics:

They're like, 'Who hurt you? Like, seriously? We totally care about equality, and justice, and serious things. Like, yasss.' Who hurt you? Did somebody call you a name once or something? You got punched in the face, boo hoo hoo? Somebody followed you or-non issues?

I'm not sorry
I'll throw you on the skewer real quick if you deserve it
Yea you've been calling me a Nazi since I was a little kid
But you've earned it
You and your people tried to pin me down and rape me in front of everyone
But now you haven't heard of them
You and your people stole my identity in front of the whole nation but now you haven't heard of me
Conspiracy theorists and terrorists, you're more of a fan of them clearly
They're like, 'you're not being oppressed'
As they take everything I hold dearly
And remember when your police beat me into the ground for me standing aside a building
They're like, 'Never forget, and you're not Black'
No, I don't like vicariously through coulda, shoulda, wouldas
and what ifs
Uh, have you not been fucking listening
I'd be dead
I ran up the numbers the legit way, so they decided to go for my head
Again
And I was barely even cursing then, talking about I ain't family friendly
I had the whole dancing then, donating money to kids and cancer
But I don't come from a long line of family money
So they decided scamming was the answer
They're like, 'Statute of limitations, haha, statute of limitations'
They drove me crazy and they blame me for it
I broke my back and they blame me for it
A bunch of namecalling and something about DeForest
No, I'm from the big city
I'm not privileged like you boy, girl
Learn anything about economics or the world
And I don't give a fuck if that makes you feel bad
Old two face gossiping ass
Like, if you didn't have bullets whizzing past your head as a kid
You probably didn't have it as bad as I did
Not that it's a competition or anything, I'm just saying
And by the way, quit asking what high school I went to
And what it was like when I was a kid
Because I've been kinda sick of this perverted shit anyway
Grow up
Quit taking everything so personal
I'm talking to grown ups
Can you anything seriously or just pouring cups...

"Who Hurt You?"

SUN

Prod.Mix.Recording. @QuincyKwalae
Prod.Rec.Writ. Beefy

Lyrics:

"[Beef]

Ladies and gentlemen, we're back once again — Clifton Beefy, Quincy Kwalae. This is the start of a chapter. Call it Chapter 1. So just sit back, relax, and I'll tell you a story.

[Quincy]

It's my time and I'm here to stay
And I ain't gotta worry about it being my way
Do you feel like that?
Cause I feel like that

We feel fine, we feel ok
And we ain't gotta worry about a thing they say
Do you feel like that?
Cause we feel like that

Oh yea, check it, uh, I hope you're feeling like we do
Cause I'm just floating through the sky on a Ski-Doo
So high that these planets on my team too
Yelling at the Sun, hi nice to meet you
I'm on the come up, I give the gave a one up
I ain't Mac Miller but I'm chilling with my thumbs up
And the smile on my face
I'm hoping that I make it but I'm loving this chase
Cause on the day life gave me lemons
I exchanged it for limelight
So when the times right, I'ma shine bright
And I'm just saying, that you gotta chase a dream
Cause it's dreams that'll take you from a human to a being
So never mind those excuses
And recognize the future is how you choose it
And right now, I don't think I can complain
This the type of life that'll make you wanna sing

It's my time and I'm here to stay
And I ain't gotta worry about it being my way
Do you feel like that?
Cause I feel like that

We feel fine, we feel ok
And we ain't gotta worry about a thing they say
Do you feel like that?
Cause we feel like that

[Beef]

I feel good.

Put into the pot a little soul and some rock
Blues, R&B, funk, jazz, pop, and hip hop
And then you get the recipe that's headed to the top
So I don't give a fuck about a judge or a cop
Just stop and pay attention to the fact I don't care
Salute to my faction, pull the swisher out the ear
Haters see clear as Visine it's our year
So let's have a toast, cheers
I'm doing my own thing and you doing what the peers do
Your life looking sad but I won't shed a tear dude
First you hated, then I made it, now I can't hear you
Life up in the lights, and the bitches in the rear view
Now I can't cure you, but I'll tell you what it is
Beef always get it popping, rising, like fizz
You can say what you want but the hate you can miss
I got two words for you
Read the middle of my fist

[Beef and Quincy]

It's my time.
You know I got the secret to life right?
Aw yea.
Wassup baby?
Cmon tell me what you feel like
Oh, you about that life?

[Quincy]

It's my time and I'm here to stay
And I ain't gotta worry about it being my way
Do you feel like that?
Cause I feel like that

We feel fine, we feel ok
And we ain't gotta worry about a thing they say
Do you feel like that?
Cause we feel like that"

"Feel Like That" ft. Quincy Kwalae

Cali Swag District "Teach Me How To Dougie (remix)"

Watch full video:

http://www.basementmade.com/video/zooniversity-teach-me-how-to-bucky/

Prod.Mix.Recording. @QuincyKwalae
Writ.Prod.Perf. Beef
Lyr.
"[Quincy]
Yea, you know we had to do it right?

[Beef]
Ay Q, they don't really know about this Wisconsin thing. Get em.

[Quincy]

They be like Q, can you Teach Me How To Bucky?
Cause everything they do with my school looking ugly
This girl from Minnesota, said she do the Gopher
So I told her, sit down like you supposed to
Big 10 Badger, banging up the beats
Your silly little school ain't crazy enough for me
And my Mad Town swagger, make em take a peek
Your girl left you, now she hanging out with me
We a different kind of breed
Always doing what you wish you did

[start of Jump Around]

Yea I bet you wish you did
Ohio State, Illinois, better get a pen
You too IU and Michigan
A matter of fact, I think we got the whole country
Feeling unlucky, wishing they could Bucky like

[Chorus - Beef and Danielle Robay]
Teach Me How To Bucky, Teach Me-Teach Me How To Bucky
Teach Me How To Bucky, Teach Me-Teach Me How To Bucky
All-all-all my Badger love me, all my Badgers love me
All my Badgers love me, you ain't messing with my Bucky

[Beef]
They be like Beef, can you Teach Me How To Dougie?
Uh, nahhh, but I could Teach You How To Bucky
All this swag, kinda yucky
So I'ma shake it off, if you know me you lucky
Everybody love me, I do my lil dance
And once I clap my hands I got em all in a trance
Yesssss, we the best in the land
All the hater out of staters never really stood a chance
And that's you, and you and you and you
Iowa, Ohio State, Michigan, Purdue
They ask me if I Bucky and I say why yes I do
But I showed em how we move and they only got confused
We coo, too cold for the icecap
You ain't found us yet, go find the right map
Fight back if you wanna be embarrassed
We just gon party and enjoy the unfairness

[Chorus - Beef and Danielle Robay]
Teach Me How To Bucky, Teach Me-Teach Me How To Bucky
Teach Me How To Bucky, Teach Me-Teach Me How To Bucky
All-all-all my Badger love me, all my Badgers love me
All my Badgers love me, you ain't messing with my Bucky"

Zooniversity - "Teach Me How To Bucky" (remix)

it all started in the basement...

PREMIERE | https://www.basementmade.com/2018/10/20/clifton-beef-is-king-of-the-north/

written, recorded, mixed and performed by Beef
beat by Scottie Flame$!
cover art by Game of Thrones

lyrics
"Who is the king in the north?
Who is the king in the north?
Big bad things in the north
Big bad things in the north
I might have to sing for the north
I would never sing for the wolf
I might have to bing for the
I am the king in the north
I am the king in the north
Who is the king in the north?
I am the king in the north
I’m a street sweeper, I don’t break easily
I’m a bold man, I serve with cold hands
I treat people equally
I’m a scientist, come get this research
I make breaking discoveries and uncover secrets
And I don’t got time for a sneak diss
I’ve been way too busy Beefing
I gotta call foul for all this reaching
I’m out here bleeding
I’m a survivor, I’m a Wildling
4-5 on my right side will leave you silent
I was born and raised in violence
On the Northside where it’s quiet
I know how to start a riot
And I’ve never had a sidekick
I deal straight with suppliers whenever I can
Because I really hate a liar
I guess I’ve always been more of a trier
I really broke my back working the graveyard shift
You’re just spineless
Only I can make it through all the seasons
These little boys been trying to clone me
They think we are the same species
I made it through the trials
My file goes for a mile long
City, state, countrywide case, I’m a problem
You cannot solve me
I’m so ahead of the game
They had to go into my brain, my kin and my name
They want an x-ray but I know it ain’t safe
Since going organic, I’ve been putting on weight
Doing contract work under the table
Then another interstate up I-80
I’m a single man with no baby
I work, I cook, and lick labia
The one with the words
You know I’ll give you the credit if you deserve it
And I’ve been lurking
Dressing like a regular person
I’m a big earner
I am ready to rumble, king of the jungle
Man with the muscle, mr gung ho
Wisco cold, I’m so dope I’m like up your nose
I’ve been in the field like a buffalo
Leading the whole pack, I’m the alpha wolf
You know I got you for the low
I’ve made booths out of cardboard
This goes back to the Fox Wars
They want to see you with a barcode
I give the fascist the hard nose
They won’t hire me to clean hard floors
I’ve seen and I know too much
I’m a global threat, I got the golden touch
I’m a multi-multi-multi-multi-multi-multi
And that I believe, head full of cheese
Down on my knees, I am a demon
These are the dreams I know that you need
But I cannot appease, I am all G
You have my number, you can call me
I don’t see none of em in these streets
I don’t see none of you in these streets
I don’t ever gotta change it up
It all started in the basement
It was never about fame
Look how far that has taken us"

CLIFTON

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