[Intro Hook] They all lookin'. Eyes wide. For my product. Can't hide. I got that prime grade, what they need. Butcher block, yeah, watch me feed. Choppin' it up, weight the scale. Hear the demand, it won't fail. My meat's the fix, the only truth. They line up early, old, new. [Verse 1] Yeah. Look. Hard cut. No filler. Straight up. I move the product. Best of breed. Plant a seed. Watch the need. They chase the flavor. Got the scent. Every dollar, well spent. I see the fiends. They waitin' long. Where they belong. My supply's strong. Walk to the counter. Cash paid. This operation. Master made. The butcher knows. I get the top. Prime selection. Never stop. The freshest stock. The marbling clean. The main event. The only scene. You want the buzz? The real feel? My meat is genuine. My deals are real. [Chorus] They all lookin'. Eyes wide. For my product. Can't hide. I got that prime grade, what they need. Butcher block, yeah, watch me feed. Choppin' it up, weight the scale. Hear the demand, it won't fail. My meat's the fix, the only truth. They line up early, old, new. [Verse 2] Slide to the back with the cleaver gleamin’ Vac-seal tight, keep the juices steamin’ Grind that slab, got the marbled meaning Sausage links when the talk gets leanin’ Wrap that brisket, no fake deliverin’ Smoke so deep, got 'em shiverin' Racks on racks, no vegetarian I filet feels, I ain’t just slicin’ skin Triplet rhythm, I chop in threes Thighs and ribs, all expertise Pick your cut, I’m your VIP My meat talk back like it got degrees Down in the freezer? Nah, it’s hot Every thud on the block, that’s me, that’s shop Got beef? Get cured with a pepper pop No small bites here, this a butcher’s bop Bone in or boneless, that’s the riddle I serve thick cuts, never playin' in the middle They crave that sauce, I don’t dribble This rack got stacks, all sizzle, no brittle (Tender!) Cold cash for the rack attack (Tighter!) Wrapped tight, get your hunger back (Harder!) Hands deep in the butcher sack They come for the meat, but they always come back [Verse 3] Backroom apron, fat gold chain Meat game solid like a well-done flank Scale got weight, clientele got rank If the price too low, then the cut got tanked I don’t move cheap, every slice deluxe Cash in stacks and the cleavers tucked Low-key legend in the cold-cut scene Gourmet dreams with the butcher’s lean See the smoke drift like a Montecristo Every wrap tight, sealed up official No whistle, no talk, just a nod and slide When the work this clean, ain’t no need to hide Got brisket thick like a Brooklyn queen Drippin’ with the sauce, got a savory sheen Never freeze up, heat in my hand OG butcher, supplyin' the land [Final Chorus] They all lookin'. Eyes wide. For my product. Can't hide. I got that prime grade, what they need. Butcher block, yeah, watch me feed. Choppin' it up, weight the scale. Hear the demand, it won't fail. My meat's the fix, the only truth. They line up early, old, new. [Outro] Yeah… prime only. Cut deep. Move quiet. Feed the block. [Fade to End]
