Steak Rap

Start up the track just like its a grill
Before you listen, know that I'm for real
When the beat hits, got 'em saying it fire
But just know these rhymes are mixed with satire
Other rappers looking like a snack, I think I'll take a bite
When I'm rolling I got that freestyle hype
But my lyrics sting and leave 'em filled with fright
That's 'cause my bars weren't written overnight
Now pay attention as I'm cooking it up
And look out, got 'em shouting out loud "duck"
I'm like a steak, and that's in every which way
I'll lay it out on display just like a buffet
Listen, it starts out raw
Like the deep meanings of all of my songs
Its true, unadulterated, to the point
My tracks will surely not disappoint

The music I make is purely superb
Next step: you begin to douse it with herbs
Add the seasonings to give it some flavor
Your lines aren't special, mine are rarer
Rare, just like a few minutes later
It cooks and the taste slowly getting greater
I'm heating up, blowing up, I'm getting bigger
My career is gaining traction- Its full of vigor
I'm the best cut, with pink and tender
Turning you blue, here's a defibrillator
Screaming and bringing you back to life
I'm not done with you, I still got my knife
Now medium, I'm right in the middle
I'll smash any genre and make you cripple
And my friends all around me are killing it too
I'm in the middle, just let me explain it to you

First the instrumental, you get the memo
I can be smooth like [LxM]'s downtempo
Shout-out to Meli Anne the cream of the crop
Sings pop nonstop, from the top, can't flop
Then rock: the genre of my roots
Slaying next generation music is non-other than Dragon Fruit
Another plant: Tulip- Ruby rocking the bass
Greats raise to space, new place, embrace,
Then brace for what's about to hit
My crew will be the only ones who benefit
I know without a doubt my lyrics will leave you numb
Succumb, cry mum, your dumb, a bum
Well done: and that's what's next
And I'll make sure to be direct
And to the point, nobody's ever told you that
Closest you've come is burnt, that's a fact

And even though its been cooked straight through
I've got some more explaining to do
The meat is coming off of the grill
And I came with preparations to kill
I'm coming out hot, dropping a bop, can't swap
Not gonna' stop, straight to the top, the best chop
I'm not a bot, making a knot, you'll need a mop
Having 'em hop, this is my spot, its nonstop
Be sure to turn up the dial
Been planning this record a while
Been siting on it like it is a rack
And I'm not holding anything back
Open up the top, the air fills with smoke
When my lines hit you, they will make you choke
Better keep your voice down and be sure to whisper
If you don't, I'll speak back and leave a blister

A sting so hot it'll stay for years
It won't be on your hand but on your ears
As you listen to the rhymes that I've presented
You'll know they're not rented but solo invented
And intended for a larger audience known as the masses
I do it without even trying, don't need any classes
Be sure to pay attention to the steak's aroma
If you don't, get ready to get put in a coma
When cooking up a steak you listen for the sizzle
But you don't worry about all of the gristle
When you see me be sure to listen up close
Before I burn you, I'll be certain to say adios
I proved my music is not a mistake
And as I said before, I am like a steak
Cooked anyway you could possibly imagine
Grilling you up 'cause I'm the best new rhythmic lyrical assassin