Sintax.the.terrific & DJ Kurfu - Of Venison Meat lyrics

[Sample] What do you mean? You see this? They did it to me. It's an identification mark. Tells you when you can be above ground What do you mean? Who's to stop you? [Intro] We are, we are, we are, we are this Be all, be all, be all, be all this, come on We are, we are, we are, we are this Be all, be all, be all, be all this, come on We are, we are, we are, we are this Be all, be all, be all, be all this, come on We are, we are, we are, we are this Meat sacrifice to an idol, resist [Sample] "Yo, who shall inherit the earth? The meek shall!" [Verse 1] My grandma was born on east Washington Street On the corner where the city and the country road meet Now I work on Washington, scraping to eat So when I yap about the Upstate my roots run deep Y'all are cupcake sweet, I'm venison meat Real-game, orange-cap talking co*ksure speak You can posture weak, I'm salt of the earth Eating moon pies and drinking malted beverage thirst Quenching while the Reedy River's pinching the dirt Where the rock and the silt built magnificent work And the water cascading so amazing it hurts While the trout fish blading through a water dessert From Greenville to G-wood, Sparkle City, Anderson Me and Kendrick music-panhandling Shoeless Joe Jackson and K.G. we're trafficking The worst and the best of the white and the African In spite of our damaging history of ravaging Every man succumbs to the savage within You got to manage the blend part saint, part sin To battle with yourself that's the heart of a champion [Hook 1] You ain't built like that you don't have the stomach To bring your little act to the places where we done it This is real game, player, competition is weak This is venison meat, come get your venison meat [Verse 2] Deepspace wide patrol housin' your crew Step up and tear an ear like the Owsla do You're like an ounce or two, I'm a 45 plate Plus Olympic-size bar, you couldn't match my weight You're bologna on white bread I'm Porterhouse steak Encrusted in a shell-casing, pâté paste You're a latte cologne I'm Jäger-scented shampoo I smell like the nipples on that Old Spice dude I'm Abstract Rude to your Chi-Ali Haiku D'état to your tenth grade poetry My length is a cobra, my width is a panther When I spit I make the Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir stammer I'm a jack-hammer mounted on a Humvee Jumping head first off a bridge without a bungee Crocodile Dundee looked at how I brawled And concluded that his knife was not a knife after all I'm Paul Bunyan crossed with Kimbo Slice I'm like bringing a Mossberg to a pencil fight You get your dental's right ‘cause that's the only way they'll know That it's you on the mic that's been biting my flow [Hook 2] You ain't built like that you don't have the stomach To live your selfish life, son, the way that He done it This is real talk, blessed are the poor and the meek They get the venison meat, they get the venison meat [Verse 3] Your boy wonder pales to his alpha male model He's a keg of cure to your half a ale bottle Pure-grain, full-bodied belching when He swallow Compared to His hops your crop's amazingly hollow He is man and woman at the same time His masculinity is both ferocious and refined Braggadocios and resigned both boastful and kind Got a swagger but He staggers broken most of the time He's the only Promisekeeper but He didn't need a speaker And a rock band to teach Him how a man should be defined Not by a spine or acting tough all the time That kind a stuff is just a fraction how we actually designed Put His life on the line, the He turned the other cheek Reminded us we're real men the most when we're weak We win in defeat, then we're first at the lowest seat Thirsting for humility that's venison meat [Outro] We are, we are, we are, we are this Be all, be all, be all, be all this, come on We are, we are, we are, we are this Be all, be all, be all, be all this, come on We are, we are, we are, we are this Be all, be all, be all, be all this, come on We are, we are, we are, we are this Meat sacrifice to an idol, resist