[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 cocksure 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
