Play full project:

http://www.basementmade.com/release/beef-the-grime-tape/

Prod. @DJVictoryGF101 x Beef x @Michael-Alan-Cooper
Mix.Rec. @Michael-Alan-Cooper

Lyrics.

"[Beef]

Ay. Ay, bartender. Yea. Let me get 30 shots of Goldschlager to the front of the bar please.

I'm bopped, bopped, bopped, bopped (go) x 4
I'm bopped, bopped (bopped), bopped, bopped (bopped) x 4

Even my PO gon like this shit. Haha.

Ten shots to the head, I'm sipping on lead
I think I'm Chevelle, all I see is Red
Red bitches, red swishers, red cups by the keg
And if you ain't fucking with us, we'll leave you for the dead
I'm Johnny Jolly of narcotics, illuminati of the party
Plenty oxy, blunts, bottles, xanis, percocets, and molly
I'm connected like the internet, pills in my Pinterest
I'd n fucked 200 hos and I ain't caught a feeling yet (yesssss)
I'll show about the Brewer State
I'll take you to the basement, shove your face into a sewer grate
Fuck you, make you taste it, call a cab, and make you pay too
I ain't ya baby father bitch, I think you better skate soon
I'm at the dive bars fucking in the bathroom
They all about my shine man, something like a raccoon
I'm in the KK slapped as a jock
Round here we don't get fucked up, we get bopped

I'm bopped, bopped, bopped, bopped (go) x 4
I'm bopped, bopped (bopped), bopped, bopped (bopped) x 4

I just smoked a clip, popped a molly, and took a niacin. Haha. Now I'm high, rolling my ass off, and pissing like a bitch.

[Dflo]

This shit is crazy, done came back with a new hit
Just made a rack off a 2 kit
Left my old girl, now I got a new bitch
I must admit it, I'm addicted to this game
So you can take me out the picture but I'll still be in the frame
If you focusing on something then it must when in range
Used to ride around on little Huffy's til I got myself a Range
These women around me tripping, steady wanting diamond rings
But still blind, cause in their eyes, look for all the finer things
Let me stop, catch my breath
Breathe in deep, then really stress
Talk is cheap so I pay respect
Talking neat cause of all this mess
I'm standing on
Walking neat cause of all this mess
I'm standing on
Don't stand alone
Ha, nobody with me, they just in it for the thrill
Used to buy a couple addis just so my niggas could feel
The way I feel when I try and write
The way I feel when I try and pipe
The way I feel when I'm gone off white
This shit real and I'm going off white

[Beef]

I'm bopped, bopped, bopped, bopped (go) x 4
I'm bopped, bopped (bopped), bopped, bopped (bopped) x 4

[Beef and Crews]

Where you at, D?
Man, I'm getting bopped too nigga. Fuck you sipping on?

[Crews]

Ignorance is bliss, I ignore all the hating shit
My daddy taught me right, he taught me money's all I gotta get
These hos wet it hard, and they sleep, think they lust for the dick
I'm in the ocean of dreams, look at ya boy, surfing
I took like 4 or 5 months off now I'm back working
And watch me drop my mixtape and these labels be lurking
I grind hard cause nigga in the end nigga it's all worth it
These rap niggas is clowns, the industry's a circus
Life is a stripper, she dancing, yup and that ass twerking
Uh, and best believe I finds a way to turn up
Turn up is treating me, cause this greenery, boy I just burn up
Tats all on my arm and my respect level done went up
Been doing this shit for a while and yall rappers stuck in beginner
Bread winner, Gucci, Louis, Fendi, spender
This your chick, I won't wife this
I one night this, then I quit her

[Beef]

Beware of the grime. Ugh.
Haha.

You can play this in the trunk
You can play this in the basement
You can play it not at all
I don't give a fuck"

"I'm Bopped" ft. Dflo x D. Crews

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. @BigBagFTSlime

Lyrics:

Yuh. Ay.

Let's get it, let's go, like Trippie Redd
I'm out my mind, I'm mental, I'm out my head
I'm on the rise, I'm making bread
Ole girl got thighs that'll break your neck
Get on my side, it's no regrets
And I'm always live when I'm on the set
I'm always on, that's why they on my dick
I'm a stand up guy, I hate to sit
Laziness, it makes me sick
Feeling hazy, I'm finna space a bit
Man, these haters, they've been tasting dick
You hoes ain't slick, you just don't fucking listen
You're just tricking for a dicking
Looking for someone in the kitchen
Looking for a summer with a
Looking for someone with a
Listen, I don't like how you're coming with it
Build a whole tunnel in it
This is feeling governmental
This is feeling mental
What do I need a schedule
What do you need a pedo
What do you need a pedal
Brrr, I'm so fucking cold I can't spit
I'm sick, better keep a 6 foot distance
I'm Cunningham like the Detroit Pistons
Freak like the Summer of Sam
I'm a beast and they're hunting me down
I'm at my peak, I ain't dumbing it down
I reek, I smell like a pound
I'm a geek, I work in IT
I feast, I eat like I've never had a treat
Ay, these are just some random bars
I'm on a random card with a random Bart
Now who'd they pit me up against
I guess I'm just at large
I'm tall, I'm bald, I'm light
I guess I'm ready for a fight
All these Karens in my face
Like, you're white, you're white, you're white
You're white, you're white, you're white
I'm a nice man, bitch fuck your life
You look like you're comfortable under the knife
And you fake begin and end fights
A whole fake ten on a binge night
Like I fucked you and your friends right
Or I didn't, and then I'm gay, right
She's like, you gotta pay for it, you gotta beg for it
Put a leg up and get pegged for it
Bitch I'll make your head sore
On go, when I'm with it
Pro when I'm with it
On folks, I'm a get it
I don't regret my decisions
Bitch, I've always had the vision
Even without a pot to piss in
I was always staying living
When I seem I'm chill, I might be livid
Yea, when you been through what I have
You end up a little different
Not enough bitches bars
I guess I better get em in
I met this whoa at the party
I guess I better fit her in
We had the matching camo pants and the matching grins
She came up to me, asked me if I came with any friends
I said no, but it looks like me and you were meant
I look fresh, you look mint
We should chill and have some sex
Lightskin bitty started twerking
I started working
We were at Prime, and that was perfect
Her ass was clapping like a tambourine
With her panties sticking out
I'm eating good food, and by good food
I mean chicken wings and tacos
I've been swerving around Capitol
Man, dodging all the potholes
Man, meeting all these baddies and bitties, I'm gonzo
I'm in the jungle like the Congo
Beating the street like some bongos
Gotta cover my head like a poncho
Watch my back like a bronco
I ain't trying to end up in a fox hole
Or back in the rabbit hole writing manifestos
With a can of spam and pesto
Trying to make a plan out of a goddamn mess
And sense out of all this passive aggression
Sarcastic obsessions and plastic intentions
Ay, I'm just vibing what's your problem
Ay, I'm a giant, not a goblin
Ay, I'm not broke no more so stop it
Ay, I'll turn you up, you better watch it
I don't wear a watch but I'm clocking
Yea I swear to God but I got em
Pothead bomber, hear a fire beat and it's a goner
I'd n worked every shit job except for plumber
Labeled Dumb and Dumber
Told I'm hating who I'm loving
Not getting paid for what I've done
And I ain't holding you, I ain't holding back
I'm just relaxed, chill
Getting stacks, concealed
Freelance, get a deal
I'm trying to fill up vans with all my friends
Let's get it
I just need a chance
At last, it's Clifton

Just a taste.

"Punch Me In"

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:

A couple lil ya know. A couple lil ya know ya knows.

I got no motion like a tepid lake
But I'm cold, I'm below leight
Big cat, I'm so great
Couple tats, a couple on hold, wait
Few chains with the gold weight
This smoke will get you blown away
Streets are hot, I'm staying home today
I'm fresh as a Dole grape
Slicker than Larenz Tate
They like, 'you've been gay'
Ay, I'm a mensch, wait
My fashion gets a little action
Don't knock my passion
This beat is a little bit Pacman
It's getting real fat man
Da na na na na, Batman
I'm living in the present not in the past man
Balling, put me in the Pac 10
I've been calling, don't leave me on read
Spring to fall, I'm all about action
And it's Better Call Saul if I'm going back in
I'm a king when it comes to rap
100 stacks, should be thumbing that
But these fascists got a little pact
What you know about that
That's a whole lot of @'s
Brothers and aunts, undercovers and chants
There's a whole lot that couldn't be chance
I gotta move like the muthafuckin wind
I got moves like a muthafuckin dance
I'm smooth like the muthafuckin sand
I'm a one man band now man up
Step in the club, put ya hands up
Young lady pull ya pants up
You got a man or something
I can tell you dance, you fun and stuff
You don't need them jeans for the tummy tuck
Lean in the Sprite with a couple cups
Bean and a blunt with a couple bumps
E and the booms with a couple runts

A couple ya know ya knows. Cmon.

Oh ya, you betcha
I'm a Nordic repper
I'm a Northside stepper
I got worldwide records
Arg, Johnny Depper
Big grin like the Cheshire
Zzz, don't be a pester
I'm a real hot pepper
A real high kicker
Watch you sister
I might just get her
And I get her wetter, it might get messy
I'm running through these tracks like a marathon
I'm tall and I'm fit and I'm very strong
You would love me in my hair was long
Or if I shared my balls
Or if I walked around with a parasol
I got the gall and gumption to turn up the function
And not give a fuck
Dripping and sweating in the club
Slipping and sliding and rubbing
Bitches keep popping the bubbly
Grinding on me in public
Am I allowed to touch it
Ay, let me get a little bit of loving
Quit laughing, what's so funny
I got real life money
Hop hop, where's my bunnies
I heard you took some gummies
A couple little funsies
And now you're getting hungry

"A Couple"

Prod. Xzaviar
Mast. J Burns

Lyrics:

I've been thinking about singing for nature
On some real natural type shit
So don't get in my way please
This is the way I was made
I wish we could all just see the green
Wake up the same way to the light that I see
And now I've been thinking about leaving again
This city is just another piece of land
I thought I'd be here forever
But I guess I'm still just a man
I'm nothing to the land
I love it and I'll never give up
I could give anyone else my trust
All these people, like 'you're crazy, what the fuck'
But that's what real love feels like
And I may not have learned too much
But I know a little about myself
And I've been hitting outside for my health
And I might be leaving once again
Because when I find something good
I can't seem to trust it
And as I open up
You better watch your position
Because this was all just a freestyle
But that don't make it any less important baby
I can feel you in my pores, down to my core
I can feel you whole
Take me over

"Nature Love"

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:

I always got some if you want one
I'll pick you up if youre in a slump
When we meet up its nice, all love
I hope we keep in touch

We got traction through the static
Basements and attics
Backrooms and studios
I connected with
Music lovers and fans
And everyone in between
Becoming a man
When we collab

I like this lil jam we got we goin on
Get a lil lost in my feelings when I'm  going in
But when its time to hit the beat its a fluid thing
I get to vibing like im lost in a lucid dream

Let all emotion go, let it out
Just remember the man youve been around
Before we have to go a whole different route
N i aint trying to move way down south
I really thought that we could work it out
Be a different story
But now i gotta move cities just to make a sound
I really love you and i hope that i made you proud
But its time I made it out of this small town

Bridge
Chorus

Its time to start a new chapter n see whos with me
Change up the name and make it official
Im bout to be all the shows
Soaking up all the flows
Every single day feels like the weekend
Im bouta start a clique for no good reason
Now I'll do the hooks if you want to piece me in
Or ill drop verses, feed me beats then
Make peace on the mic, treat it
N leave feeling decent

Bridge
Chorus
Outro

Moving

"Vibing"

Prod. Morten Yarl Beats

Lyrics:

Any traveling bitties out there? Hit me up.

Exploring, I'm looking to go places with you
Keep the cameras rolling
I'm looking to grow some roots
What's your style, do you tent it
Or do you like an Air B&B with some breakfast
See, I'm just trying to figure out where your head is
So we can have the best time ever
Sometimes, it's simple
But other times, we need a little idea
Let's play the Wiki game and then find a deal
I've been trying to get to the UP and over to Korea
Yea, we can keep it simple or we can shoot a reel
Keep it to ourselves or show everyone the deal
When I'm with you, I don't need any entertainment
We're running on a tank full of love
Did you pack your things, it's gonna be a long trip baby
And I'd hate to see you cold without gloves
I'd go anywhere in the world with you
I got love that I need to get out
I'm reaching up until I fall down with you
Help me baby, I've been falling lately for you
I'm going crazy, I really need a buddy
Come get this loving
I get high off your spirit
I could get you anything of clearance, just playing
When we're on the road, fashion is an afterthought
I'm just trying to see the world, then turn to an astronaut
I'm not playing, hit me up
I'm not talking about sex when I talk about linking up
But let's be honest
I'm exploring, I'm looking to go places with you
Keep the cameras rolling, it's about to be movie
Heavy duty, I've been on ya
Pick your phone up, I know that you are lonely
And I'm a loner
But I think it's about time for a side quest for both of us
We just gotta open up

It's just me baby. You can be honest. It's alright. Straight up. You can tell me whatever. We're on this trip together. So we gotta be straight up. Alright.

Exploring, I'm looking to go places with you
And I know there's all this talk about what I'm going to do to you
Baby, I want it all right now
With you

"Travel Bitty"

Prod. Twins

Lyrics:

Do you hear that, that's the alarm
It's a zombie nation
Last in first out type of situation
And I'm winning 2025 so far
You can check the station
It's Cliff, I don't take vacations
I always come away with another creation
And they're still trying to tell me I'm not a creative
Like I should've wished em a dearly belated
Be a gentleman lady
And change my face based on the different situations
On different occasions
And then say 'that's the way I was made'
I guess I'm not a good slave in good payment
With the good ranks
I would say thank you but I don't owe you shit
You motherfucking clone, you can suck my dick
That's about the extent of your existence
Remember when you wished me down with the pigeons
I didn't forget
Now I'm up with the peregrines and I can see all of your shit
And how it spread it all around for all of your kids
And those will be the ones that end up on scholarship
These roner boners are always putting down the homeless
Trying to dig up ways to put down the grown ups
These bots are looking for a lock to pick
Trying to scam another grandma or an honest man
This is how they come up and they say it wasn't chance
And it's funny how they all have their signature dance
That they stole from a fan
Now what's the F word again, is it fascist, fucking, fag
Government glued slags
Big fans of air tags, and hair wigs
And stealing everything from Native Americans
And me but 'nuh uh cuz you said'
And some threat of death
And a reference to meth
Allusions to butt sex
Anarchy is starting to sound like a wet dream
And which side will you take, the F team
'The alternative streamer
The ones without any life experience
But remember, 'nuh uh because you said'
This is real life, and what is he doing
What is going through his head'
What happened is I got ripped off
On paper in front of the whole fucking nation
And you slandered and libeled my name
Around the entire world
Using my first and last name
And then you added me to your curriculum
And didn't give me any single payment
It's either slavery or fascism, take your pick
And the hip hop industry is not slick
Remember
They're a bunch of rapists, remember
They're not good at rapping
And they don't have style
They just take it
Industry plant, but 'oh I don't eat bacon'
And that's culture, and we're supposed to be amazed by it
They have like one flow for a whole album
Or a whole career, for real
I guess I better become a hunter and start hunting deer
Maybe that way I'll be real
Or get a new hobby and add it to my reel
Be like a pro wrestler, and 'yea brother'
And just get the feels
You're advice is invalid
You're singing like a ballad
A whole snowflake salad
Stuck in the era of 'yea dude, radical'
I'm rarer than a platipus
Miss me with your platitudes
Let me guess, you don't like my attidtude
And you'd rather stick up for someone that puts you
In an average mood
And you don't like my references to animals
And I'm secretly a fan of boos
And I don't like the Packers too
Man, all these bots are starting to flock
I think it's about time we took stock
We gotta recognize the next act in this plot
Before all yall turn into these meaningless thots

"Bots"

Prod. @olderalen

Lyrics:

Bleepin, bloopin, like I'm swimming with groupers
No, no, no bloopers
Bleepin, bloopin, like I'm swimming with groupers
No, no, no bloopers
Gotta take em to school first
I mean, what kind of message are they trying to send
Trying to rip off the man with the plan
The one who's good with kids, who would never touch em
Who's good with women and would never punch em
Ay, at least I'm sleeping well at night
I don't got any skeletons in my closet that I wouldn't put out in the light
And when I get my money, you know I'm investing it right
All I need is 5% on a mil, and I'll be living my life
I've thought about it many times
I mean, I've doubled and tripled my money on Robinhood
How did you think I got all of these Nikes
I put down almost every vice
I stopped paying women for their time
I started cooking more and collecting the dimes
Rhymes are swimming out of my mind
Bleepin, bloopin, like I'm swimming with groupers
No, no, no bloopers
Ay, this is smackerton, this is Milwaukee
Women climbing on the furniture, I gotta scrape em off me
I've been cruising around the city, muthafucka straight rocking
On what, popping
On brudder, locked in
I'm on the prowl like a fucking coyote
Yipping and a yapping, I've been getting to the action
Ya know I'm with the Packers, Cheesehead come get it
But I'm still feeling the tibs, Szechuan chicken
You know my taste is mixed
For now, I'm bleepin bloopin
Just smoking on this bloopr
No, no, no bloopers
I'm smoking on this bloopr

"Bleepin Bloopin"

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. Lee Keyz

Lyrics:

Up late, I gotta crush the competition
I'm researching my next move, yea I gotta get it
What they doing, how they doing it
I gotta find my time to get in
I mean half of these people probably think that I'm just a witness
Oh but I'm far from finished
Take a look at my farthest digit
Maybe you'll get the picture
Yea farmer flow but kinda gritty
I'm looking for an anime chick like Misty
Once I get paid man, I'll go missing
And then they'll miss me
I'm from the state where you get tossed in with the fishes
And if you don't know how to swim
You better buy some flippers
Nah this ain't 'Flipper'
This ain't some, 'Oh look there goes the big dipper'
More like, 'Let's torture him until he starts to fidget'
But forget it
That's bad math and I'm counting on the difference
I really needed a spaz track, man it's been a couple minutes
So let me just do this and you do the cringing
All the social dependence and adult children
Everyone's doing well and they're just chilling
Got me feeling like I'm on my own and everyone is a villain
All em dancing on each other with those concealed feelings
I'm just trying to get my money up and have a good time
Where's the secret line
What's the secret line
What's this sacred time
I broke bread with every color and ethnicity
That's Clifton G, that's a Clifton thing
I mean what do you do with your gifts and dreams
I'm trying to do more than kitchen creams
I need rights or opportunity, one or the other
And I'll be right up there with the coasties, man word to your mother
Yea even the southern
I'm so hot, they think I'm an undercover
Ha I'm so cold, I need to get under covers
When I stand around their woman, they think she's with another lover
And I don't really do that
But if I did, I would wear a rubber
I'm doing my own thing and I found a stream
So if you got something to say, you know where to find me
All this talking behind my back, like I can't handle it
And they don't have the balls to come online and leave a comment
Man all that nonsense
I can't wait to see what AI does
When it comes around and makes yall face your own conscience
And some of yall might say I'm putting too much trust in tech
Like 'where has it been
We can't trust these corporations, even if it's open ended'
But who am I supposed to believe, the internet
A bunch of history written by bigots
Or social media friends
Scrolling through their feed like fiends, teething
Screaming, 'How could they believe in demons'
All the prettiest people getting treatments
All the littlest ones getting beaten
So you're damn right I'm eating beef and cheese
And all that shit you don't believe in
We have difference priorities, different genes
We do not speak in the same way
We are not on the same team
I'm up late, take a puff of cake
This is another banger, I just run straight
No hooks, no 'uh, wait's, just updates
A little cut up
I just upped my weight, I might have to up rates
Take a couple dates, find a nice cup of dates
Stay on track, don't fluctuate
It's all coming together, I'm upgrading
Shock you like Raiden
Twist you up like you're braiding
Turn you up like a page and
Never leave you waiting
I mean I'd say just about anything for the sake of the conversation

"Crush The Competition"

Prod. @olderalen

Lyrics:

I don't really play videogames like that
So you can miss me with all that nonsense
Yea and I know I could whip the living shit out of you
But let's leave that for your side comments
I mean for one, I'm bald, you have hair
You're a woosie
Two, I wasn't allowed an office job until my 30's
And I had to apply to 1,000 jobs just to get one opportunity
So miss me with your fake scrutiny
Yes you're a big fan of Trump and oligarchies and Putinies
And remember, nuh uh because you said
'It's all in my head', remember
Thirty plus tracks since I started in December
Not one ghostwriter and not one lender
I'll send you a postcard from heaven when I get up there
Because certainly none of yall are going to be in attendance
Whining about DUI's and Black guys and those color eyes
And the way they drive
Whore, you have less worth than slime
And your best friend in kind
A bunch of hotties, a 10, 10, and a 9
They don't remember the last time they didn't lie
And when the President won, they cried
And then went to a dive
And then they had a racist night filled with that fill in the blank guy
Yea, the sanctity of marriage
Don't admit who you're with and be embarrassed
Suck as many dicks as you can and then say you care for him
Yayyy, America
Very closet gayyy, America
Save a stray, shoot a slave, that's your wave
And yes, until I get paid, I'm going to be this way
You people owe me millions and I'm not going away
You people are not children, and your people are not in the grave
Your people are at the top of every industry, keeping the gates
And obviously they have some fake reason why they earned their wage
'Yea well my daddy or I just showed up every day
And then I derdadertader, and that's reality
And I'm a disgusting fatty but nuh uh
Because that falls on you badly'
'I'm so privileged, like I came up with like this disease that I have
And it's really been sad
Yea, like no cap
And like rad
And like wow, I'm so bad
And why you don't just liiiiike
You know what I mean
Why don't you just get a friend'

"American People"

Prod. @OlderAlen

Lyrics:

Man I wish somebody would have taught me that almost every single one of you Americans are fake, when I was younger. I wish somebody would have taught me that. That Americans are just fake people. Almost every single one of them. But of course then you wouldn't have been able to play your game this whole time. Like, 'I'm pretend this. I'm pretend that.' And then, ya know, 'that's funny', or whatever.

Americans, Americunts, they're very dumb, they're very dense
No street or book smarts, just privilege and cooked art
I'm a character to them in their favorite fantasy
Yea that's their good part
They really love sugar, the type to eat their boogers
Low IQ, high credit, yea they like to bogart
Pretend they appreciate Mozart
The type to say 'folks' a lot and willingly get jerked off by the Pope's arm
Hear me getting pussy and then pull the smoke alarm
Yea they like to fake joke a lot
They hate the Asians but they love Pokémon
Skims and Lululemon
Most Americans are googoogaga
I'm just trying to keep my sanity
And they won't even let us smoke weed, it's just cannabis
You need some potpourri, this is asinine
Handley is how I handle mine
I don't got time for no Glee or no pantomime
I'm pissed off at these Americunts
Old country bigots, children gripping, concealing their feelings
They tell me I was willing
A bunch of pillheads addicted to villians
Idiots with no skillsets
They'll preach for Freedom of Speech and then mass report me
They'll steal my life's work and then ignore me
They take my identity and then say I'm 'boring'
And I'm still not dead yet so they're still snoring
These Americunts are as fascist as it gets
They barely speak one language and they demand you hear it
'Like but is he an ass man or does he like tits'
And that's about the best insight you get from older generations
Some racist, sexist, definition of 'the emasculation of the man'
And these are apparently some of the smartest people in all the land
And I gotta listen to it ripped off, poor, and scammed
And something about corny and dance, horny and dads
Whatever happens to cross their mind that second
Because these Americans really have the power to do whatever they said
And not back it up with what they did
And still convince you that they're legit
Like a change of presidents is going to change shit
A land full of playful changelings
They're so untamed with the blaming
Oh and they really love a good tainting
Lots of butthole and butt jokes
And butt snowed and butthole
And butt this and poop this
And shit that and that's rap

"Americunts"

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. @OlderAlen

Lyrics:

They're like, 'It was cute until...". Haha. They were never cute.

It's Clifton, everybody know I'm the jump off point
Even if I'm coming off the bench, I'm coming up with points
A lot of cheers and points
They're like, 'There he goes, that voice'
They're still stuck on mids and joints
And I only say that to make a points
Shout out to everyone going through it
Shout out my migos too
I hope we can all get some justice
And find the legal truth
I mean we've all done something illegal
And we've all concealed our identity for this or that reason
So to say immigrants from this or that season
Are this or that much more seasoned is just straight treason
I don't care what region you're from
And the way yall celebrate violence in the media
Particularly guns
We might as well ditch religion for a religion of guns
I mean we can't even smoke weed
No wonder we're drunk as fuck
These demagogues like Trump are taking over
But I guess they've always been the populous
So who am I to speak out, that's not popular
I'm supposed to just stand there like an NPC, a poplar
Uh yea, I saw the forecast on the doppler
Who am I voting for, I had to check the stocks first
Who entertains me at the concerts
Who puts their life in on this car work
Yes and it's death to all scammers
Even the corporations like Target
They'll be quick to call me a communist
Or write me off as a mark or a target
With no intention to take anything farther
Victimizing themselves into sickness with privilege
Sounds like the new Midwest, idn't it
But it won't be by my doing, and not on my watch
Give me the lie detector, give me the polyglot
You gon find out that you owe me a whole lot
Yet you hind behind stipulations, and statutes of limitations
And social media, and everything like vacation
And any other reason to say we gotta wait
But what did I learn
I learned that your people love to complain
Stand in the way, be naughty and misbehave
Take insecurities to the grave
And then, 'Ooo, quick pray'

These Americans are always, 'Oopsie', and like then it goes away or something like that. What a crazy mindset.

"It Was Cute Until"

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. 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. REY PANDORA / BEATS

Lyrics:

Man fuck what Bobby Portis said about Milwaukee. There's plenty to do here at night. You just can't be a woosie. Woosie. Oh you're from Chicago? Woosie. Wahwahwahwah oh it's scary out here in Milwaukee.

You can't stand on your own, you're a woosie
You gotta run to your wife or husband, you're a woosie
You gotta ask your kids something, you're a woosie
You can't wear a condom, you're a woosie
You had kids, now you complain about em, you're a woosie
You had an office job and you fucked it up, woosie
You can't even say how you feel, woosie
I'd say wussup but I already know what it is, woosie
You're a bigot, woosie
Old fatass, woosie
Old hairflipping, woosie
You have no style, woosie
Fake accent, woosie
Faggot can't even eat a pussy
I'm smoking gas, woosie
College grad, woosie
All that and I'll whoop your ass, woosie
You waste all your cash, woosie
You stuck in the past, woosie
You ain't independent, woosie
You had your job handed to you, woosie
You're an American, woosie
You're embarrassing, woosie
You weren't beat growing up, you weren't bullied in school
You didn't have no scholarships
You start something and call it quits
You weren't scammed by the government
All that and you have no international hits
Woosie, you're pushy
You're impatient, you need vacations
You say you can't understand what they're saying
You have a small brain, woosie
You were born with everything, plus change, woosie
You don't even have a gun for protection, woosie
You started getting old in your 20s
You're boring, woosie
You don't stand on nothing
Always walking on pins and needles, typing and deleting
You're passive aggressive, woosie
You're a lair, woosie
You need God, woosie
Won't even allow me my rights by the law, woosie
Old UW woosie
Wisconsin woosie
Midwest woosie
American woosie
You're not a don, woosie
You deal drugs, woosie
You're taking pics every time you're in the hood, woosie
You gotta curse all the time and be perverted
Wahwahwah, I gotta learn, woosie
You all ganged up on Clifton Grefe, woosie
All against one, once again, woosie
You don't even smoke kush
You're afraid of the bush
Side eyed looks
Bright eyed with tits
You're afraid of the water
You're afraid of the ice
You're afraid of the cold
You're afraid of the snow
Your face without makuep, and toes, and clothes
You're deadass afraid of what you'd be if you weren't a ho
You have no goals
You're afraid of going down that road cause you'd fold
You can't take an L, and you can't accept gold
You call people retarded because you're slow
Pretend folks
And you hate someone's nose
And you're always saying gross
You're a woosie
Down to your soul, you're a woosie
You're never ready to go, you're a woosie
You'd hop right up on that pole, you're a woosie
Always playing doppelgängers, clones, you're a woosie
You need a lightskin yellowbone, you're a woosie
You always gotta fix your jones, you're a woosie
9-5 and then you go home, woosie
You don't got your own flow, you're a woosie

Ok der Bob? Haha. Ok Bob? Bobby?

"Woosie"

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. AngelLaCiencia Beats

Lyrics:

I'm a little sick. I'm a little pissed.

Honkies and uncle toms, yea
Honkies and uncle toms, yea
Honkies and uncle toms, and don't forget the Jews
That's Wisconsin
They're so unserious, they either think this is a joke or they ignore me entirely
'But what will my peers think, ya know like the racists, and rapists, and bigots, and scammers'
They want me to listen to the fascists and move away from my home state
I'm still looking for like one other person that isn't a complete fake
That didn't grow up complaining, and had every opportunity handed their way
Or they didn't have like infinite state programs to lift their weight
And let me guess, you don't see that so it doesn't exist
But you believe in God and other mythical creatures and Jesus
You have no fucking clue what oppression is
You have no idea what adversity is
Grow the fuck up little kid
You don't even support your local community
You don't even support an American hero
What do you do again
Let me guess, you have more friends, and you do it on the back of a bunch of Mexicans
Or working class people, ethnics
You have no integrity or ethics
If there is a heaven, why would you think any of you are going there
You're a slaver
You think there are any slavers in heaven
You're a Nazi
You think there are any Nazis up there
And you're a liar, and you're passive aggressive
And you're fake, and you're every single negative connotation
And you get paid way too much, and you don't deserve a single vacation
But again, this is just someone that puts effort into life
I don't we don't really agree on that, we're not of the same strife
You don't know what it's like to get beat
You don't know what it's like to get bullied
You don't know what it's like to be scammed
You don't know what it's like to be shut out
You don't know what it's like to have your name slandered
You don't know what it's like to be stalked
You don't know what it's like to go through fucking anything

"Wisconsin Fascists"

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

Premiere: http://www.basementmade.com/2015/08/08/beef-its-your-move/

Prod.Mix. Beef x @Michael-Alan-Cooper
Rec. Beef

Chapter 2: Double Major coming soon

Guitar by @Tony-Chaney

Lyrics:

[Michael Medall]
Oh, oh, woah, woah
I woke up this morning and I realized
That talking ain't working no more (yea)
And I looked in the mirror
And told myself show it from this point on (yea)

[Kev]
And I looked in the mirror
And told myself show it from this point on

[Michael Medall]
From this point on
From this point on
From this point on
From this point on, it's your move

[Beef]
Ain't it crazy how fast Blue Mountain State will change to It's Always Sunny (I'm white)
I thought it'd be more like Entourage but I guess I need more monologues
Where I talk mess, say how I get more play than Bono balls (ugh)
And I'm less explicit, more witness than participant (ha)
Well here it is
To my exes, there's the exit, the next one is forever more excellent
And they know that too, so they send mixed signals like a traffic directing Mexican
I'm too cold, and Jew know
My lawyer keep me outtie as Vida Guerra on Pluto (stupid)
I'm done with the nights on the drive, I'm full time
Flowing like the M-I-S-S-I with the midwest chopper Tech 9's
Boy my team bigger than Best Buy but this ain't a geek squad full of tech guys
You ain't tired, you flatlined, dead
You ghost, I'm Pacman's head
I'm 3 notches above the block
And these are just free throw away shots
It's your move

[Michael Medall]
It's your move, ay, it's your move
It's your move

I woke up this morning and I realized
Time does not exist and I realized
Yea, that the universe is connected and we feel alive
And we feel the vibe
So just reach your hands up
You can feel the mood
I'm sick of running
I'm sick of hiding from the truth
Cause when we almost lost it
We almost made it at the same time (hm)
They said I had no choice
They told me I was a waste of time (hm)
So watch it, don't push it, and move it
I'm finally gonna fly away
So take
I woke up this morning and realized
That time does not exist and we will float effortless

[Kev]
It's all on you
It's all on you, yea
It's all on you
It's all on you
It's all on you
It's all on you

[All]
I'm gon be my best, say that shit with your chest
I'm gon be my best (do it), say that shit with your chest (yo chest)
I'm gon be my best (ay), say that shit with your chest (ay)
I'm gon be my best (best), say that shit with your chest (yo chest)

[South of Lee]
Started out 13 with a story to tell
Flash that 10 years, now I'm back from hell
I was told I was the best and that they'd prevail
Where I'm from, couple slums, get paid by the scales
I'ma always stay the same from day 1 to forever
I'm come up with bars that's off the bat, just clever
Lyrics hit quick like an overdose
And they spinning it hard, I'm rocking both the coasts
And I bet you can see where I'm bout to be
I hold it down for the town, and I'm South of Lee
And I bet you can see where I'm bout to be
I hold it down for the town, and I'm South of Lee

"It's Your Move" ft. Michael Medall, Kev and South Of Lee

Prod.Mix.Rec. @QuincyKwalae
Prod.Writ.Perf. Beef

Lyrics.

"[Scene from Wicked]

Elphie, now that we're friends. I've decided to make you my new project.
You really don't have to do that
I know. That's what makes me so nice
You're gonna be popular
You're gonna be popular
You're gonna be popular
You're gonna be popular
You're gonna

[Quincy]

Ok, so you wanna be popular?
But I just gotta ask, what's stopping ya?
And what's the dream
Tre you trying to make it big?
Are you trying to get rich?
Or just trying to make a hit?
Well, I guess it doesn't matter what it is
Cause step one is act like you already sick
Then go and talk about the girls that you get
And drop a simile or metaphor up at the end like
I hear the beat drop, I lay a track down
I reach the top, and come on back down
I see a bitty walk by I'm on attack now
I drop my laptop, lay my Mac down
Ha, see it's easy as cake
When I'm hotter than the cookies
That your girlfriend baked
Just keep in mind that the world is fake
And don't give em what they want
Make em want what you make

[Beef and Quincy]

Something like an anthem.
Feels good don't it?
Yea I'm riding on this one.
Check it
I can help you be the next big thing
I can show you what it's like to be a king
Live the life of a star for a day
And you asked for my help so I guess I gotta say

[Beef]

Congratulations, you're welcome
Wanna be famous, I can help some
No more sitting in the middle like Malcolm
I'm gon be fly like Beef, the falcon
Millenniums ahead of the whole rap game
Funny how single one will know your name
Funnier all the single ones on your brain
Funny how a wish turn into what you get
For which you can be a king just as I
But one kiss away from a STI
How I don't know why they like me
Please don't ask me why
I'm just a cocky ass guy, I gotta testify
But, can you trap, move like a rockstar? (yessss)
Can you rap, gain a fan on a hot bar? (yesssss)
Can you flex, dress like a popstar (yesssss)
Well, I guess I'm doing all the above (yesssss)
So poplar

[Beef and Quincy]

I'm telling you man, this might be the one.
Yea I'm feeling it too, Q.
Let's tell em.

I can help you be the next big thing
And I can show you what it's like to be a king
Live the life of a star for a day
It's all just a game, I'ma teach you how to play"

Zooniversity - "Popular"

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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