Carving Board

What's beef
These days it ain't nothing but mystery meat
In exotic lunchboxes packed with grenades
Bagels with lox
Big sticks on the block
Kids don't know who gave them they glock
Al qaeda isis hell even boko haram
Ain't nothing but CIA charades
To take countries and slice them
Under democratic guises
Add an Ad hoc humanitarian crisis
To vice grip
A whole lot of land for days
Split like glacial ice slips
Trying to entice indigenous people
In the way with nice ships
A pipeline of slaves working the night shift
On an oil field of unrefined diamonds
And natural gas deposits
Same nonsense as the Berlin conference
With Europeans carving the continent
Dividing and conquering

Creating a crate and barrel of crabs
Telling one group
Wrangled in containment
The other is a bunch of scabs dangerous
That need to be overtook
On manipulation these devils wrote the book
Mark the tabs
Take note
You ready to kill somebody
Just for how they look and a bag
In it complicit before the recruit visit
Already agreed to the terms and conditions
In that bitch like Yessuh mister
Who taught you to hate
That's a learned trait make no mistake
Top shottas can't go back a foreign
Where you can have steak

Cash cows tell me what's beef
Beef is when you make your enemies
Fight each other
Brother killing brother for another
Jive turkeys get sliced dirty
Redlined to white hearsts
On the carving board
For the right purchase

Robinhood a let you buy half a stake in stock
So you can graduate from eating ham hocks
A stimulus check to stimulate the fed
A trillion dollar bailout the rich get richer
And bet they bottom dollar
A price on your supersized head
At a nickel a nugget
But if you know heaven and earth
The victory is complete that's a W
The foreknowledge of the enlightened prince
Read the art of war from cover to cover
Plus fine print
And for me
It only underscored the art of peace
That's the part we regard the least
Matinee marquee my part starring
The opposite of beast
The score 2pacalyspe beats
The Soulja story of a young black male trapped
In something wicked
If I can't kick it without the golden ticket
Then skip it

We used to get hit with whips
Now whipped politicians trying to convince constituents
To keep our communities ill equipped
How you not convinced it's a dirty game
Role playing hoe and pimp
Blowing them down with the C4
The gusto is not to trust no more cutthroats
As seen before CB4
A bad path
The elements don't add up bad math
Depending on whose grading
In the lunchroom having
Confidential conversations with comrades
That transcend entertainment
Catch us at the counter choosing
Ways to stitch the lacerations
From encounters with those that counter
The revolution
Trying to stop the bleeding
Searching for something to believe in
They'll still pop our leaders
Anything to prevent the rise of the messiah
And the increase of Black Jesus