Beef Lyrics by Boogie Down Productions

Beef Lyrics

    Beef, what a relief
    When will this poisonous product cease?
    This is another public service announcement
    You can believe it, or you can doubt it
    Let us begin now with the cow
    The way it gets to your plate and how
    The cow doesn't grow fast enough for man
    So through his greed he makes a faster plan
    He has drugs to make the cow grow quicker
    Through the stress the cow gets sicker
    Twenty-one different drugs are pumped
    Into the cow in one big lump
    So just before it dies, it cries
    In the slaughterhouse full of germs and flies
    Off with the head, they pack it, drain it, and cart it
    And there it is, in your local supermarket
    Red and bloody, a corpse, neatly packed
    And you wonder about heart attacks?
    Come on now man let's be for real
    You are what you eat is the way i feel
    But, the food and drug administration
    Will tell you meat is the perfect combination
    See cows live under fear and stress
    Trying to think what's gonna happen next
    Fear and stress can become a part of you
    In your cells and blood, this is true
    So when the cow is killed, believe it
    You preserve those cells, you freeze it
    Thaw it out with the blood and season it
    Then you sit down and begin eatin it
    In your body, it's structure becomes your structure
    All the fear and stress of another
    Any drug is addictive by any name
    Even drugs in meat, they are the same
    The fda has america strung out
    On drugs in beef no doubt
    So if you think that what i say is a bunch of crock
    Tell yourself you're gonna try and stop
    Eatin meat and you'll see you can't compete
    It's the number one drug on the street
    Not crack, cause that was made for just black
    But brown beef, for all american teeth
    Life brings life and death brings death
    Keep on eatin the dead and what's left
    Absolute disease and negative
    Read the book 'how to eat to live'
    By elijah muhammad, it's a brown paperback
    For anybody, either white or black
    See how many cows must be pumped up fatter
    How many rats gotta fall in the batter
    How many chickens that eat shit you eat
    How much high blood pressure you get from pig feet
    See you'll consume, the fda could care less
    They'll sell you donkey meat and say it's
    Fresh! for nineteen-ninety, you suckers

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