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An Artist

Beef Bologna

Fear

The Record

1982

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Mane, on God, I'm sendin' your ass to God
Don't talk about my enemies, they dead to me, why bring 'em up?
This .223 gon' end the beef (grrah), they

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Had ourselves a little barbeque
Corn on the cob and mashed potatoes too
Joe got the Fritos, Ernie got the stew
So what did you bring

We got the beef

Rolling With Heat

The Roots

Phrenology

2002

beef
Downtown everybody move to the beat
Uptown everybody moving the heat
Cross-town the party where both sides meet
Eastside, westside, there's

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Beef Supreme

Beef Supreme

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Beef Supreme
Beef Supreme
Beef Supreme
Beef Supreme
Beef Supreme
Beef Supreme

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Two Words

The Boys Choir of Harlem

The College Dropout

freshman of the Roc
With the beef in the pot, Jay sent for his dogs to brawl
Forget your squad, better fend for yourself
Have you screamin' out four

Good artists copy great artists steal

the contradiction is, i do
Fight for artists, but in
That fight I somehow
Was disrespectful to artists iI didn’t
Know how to say
The right thing the perfect thing i