Joe Budden
- Začetnik teme fox69
- Datum pokretanja
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"#1"
"#1"
Joey!
Let's go back in the days before your present
Back when it was a little more pleasent
Before I knew this rap shit would ever lure me in
Let's go back like Mike Fox in the Delorean
Back in the day shit, back to the basics
When brass knuckles used to leave a nigga face ticked
Its back to the Diadoras and the Asics
It's back to the New Editon and The Take 6
I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one
Let's go way back if you able to do the math yeah
I'm talkin' bout the pool table in the cafe yeah
When the strip was introduce to Paruiqo
Commodore 64 and Coleco
Not back to Cali back to the valley
Back to dapadere yall back to Bally's
Back before Puma and Stange'
Before Zhane and go a little further back to Kwame
Damn we came a long way
I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one
I remeber break dancin' cardboards and backflips
the royal blue and the orange Patricks
wudn't like you homo sucka's
I had the low top Converse cause I could change my logos color
I remember way back when every clan was stylin'
Flava Flav clocks and X-Clan medallions
In class see a girl you glance at her
pass her a note do you like me? Circle a answer
I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one
Winters not the best time warm it up Kane had came through
The eight ball jackets and Columbia Rain suits
We ain't pay minds to the length of our chains
Transformers was a dance Decepticons was a gang
yall I'm talkin bout sheep skins
Talkin bout wearn two pair of jeans when moms gave me a beatin'
after school three o clock we was able to fight
park dibs yall two turn tables and mike like
I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one
What about when Public Enemy came out and they dropped a classic
or the Pee-Wee Herman and the Roger Rabbit
and the nerds took our tests and they passed em for us
back to the roof top back to latin quarters
the olds school's new school now it's the same ol
It's back to Fila's, gazelles and Kango's
It's back to 40 ounces back to OE
Not back to rope chains but back to Gold teeth
I was the class clown just snappin at cats
Let's go back to the (?) with the matchin' hats
Remember the Real Roxanne remember all (?)
Remember Kool Moe Dee remember Lord Finesse
I bumped Run-D.M.C. almost every weekend
The Bronx and Queensbridge just couldn't stop beefin'
Kept it on wax they ain't have to pack heat
Back to Ron Zee tapes back to Black Sheep
I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one
Come on say it with me
Im talkin' old Bobby Brown before he (?) Whitney
I used bring all my touys in the tub with me
A snotty nose kid eatin boogers
It was Ultimate Warrior and Jimmy Fly Snooka on
sometimes I read scriptures like Psalms maybe
and I didn't wanna go to church but my moms made me
TV made me laugh
I remember night rider cause Kit used to save his ass
Let's go back to spoonin' back to Black Moon and
back to when wrestlin' had it's own cartoon and
they used to sleep on us now they demand us
Will smith told parents they just can't understand us
back to playin the dozens
back to humpin' our prettiest girl cousin
psyche! I'm buggin.
NWA was simply known
Let' get back on the block I'm talkin Quincy Jones
I gotta Jones yall
I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one
Let's go back before I burned the booth
when Tevin Campbell was ill before the whole world learned the truth
Hip hop had a message then dudes was droppin
I never got what I wanted on back to school shoppin'
Think about, used to be about shit
That was back when I still got easter outfits
We all grew up all older folks
Its more than just music its a culture folks
We Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one
Remember sugar water
what was the name of the fuckin' drink
that they said the fuckin triple K
The Klu Klux Klan and shit had put some shit in and
The black niggaz were gon' die - huh?
Whatever that was, you niggaz knew about it
"#1"
Joey!
Let's go back in the days before your present
Back when it was a little more pleasent
Before I knew this rap shit would ever lure me in
Let's go back like Mike Fox in the Delorean
Back in the day shit, back to the basics
When brass knuckles used to leave a nigga face ticked
Its back to the Diadoras and the Asics
It's back to the New Editon and The Take 6
I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one
Let's go way back if you able to do the math yeah
I'm talkin' bout the pool table in the cafe yeah
When the strip was introduce to Paruiqo
Commodore 64 and Coleco
Not back to Cali back to the valley
Back to dapadere yall back to Bally's
Back before Puma and Stange'
Before Zhane and go a little further back to Kwame
Damn we came a long way
I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one
I remeber break dancin' cardboards and backflips
the royal blue and the orange Patricks
wudn't like you homo sucka's
I had the low top Converse cause I could change my logos color
I remember way back when every clan was stylin'
Flava Flav clocks and X-Clan medallions
In class see a girl you glance at her
pass her a note do you like me? Circle a answer
I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one
Winters not the best time warm it up Kane had came through
The eight ball jackets and Columbia Rain suits
We ain't pay minds to the length of our chains
Transformers was a dance Decepticons was a gang
yall I'm talkin bout sheep skins
Talkin bout wearn two pair of jeans when moms gave me a beatin'
after school three o clock we was able to fight
park dibs yall two turn tables and mike like
I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one
What about when Public Enemy came out and they dropped a classic
or the Pee-Wee Herman and the Roger Rabbit
and the nerds took our tests and they passed em for us
back to the roof top back to latin quarters
the olds school's new school now it's the same ol
It's back to Fila's, gazelles and Kango's
It's back to 40 ounces back to OE
Not back to rope chains but back to Gold teeth
I was the class clown just snappin at cats
Let's go back to the (?) with the matchin' hats
Remember the Real Roxanne remember all (?)
Remember Kool Moe Dee remember Lord Finesse
I bumped Run-D.M.C. almost every weekend
The Bronx and Queensbridge just couldn't stop beefin'
Kept it on wax they ain't have to pack heat
Back to Ron Zee tapes back to Black Sheep
I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one
Come on say it with me
Im talkin' old Bobby Brown before he (?) Whitney
I used bring all my touys in the tub with me
A snotty nose kid eatin boogers
It was Ultimate Warrior and Jimmy Fly Snooka on
sometimes I read scriptures like Psalms maybe
and I didn't wanna go to church but my moms made me
TV made me laugh
I remember night rider cause Kit used to save his ass
Let's go back to spoonin' back to Black Moon and
back to when wrestlin' had it's own cartoon and
they used to sleep on us now they demand us
Will smith told parents they just can't understand us
back to playin the dozens
back to humpin' our prettiest girl cousin
psyche! I'm buggin.
NWA was simply known
Let' get back on the block I'm talkin Quincy Jones
I gotta Jones yall
I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one
Let's go back before I burned the booth
when Tevin Campbell was ill before the whole world learned the truth
Hip hop had a message then dudes was droppin
I never got what I wanted on back to school shoppin'
Think about, used to be about shit
That was back when I still got easter outfits
We all grew up all older folks
Its more than just music its a culture folks
We Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one
Remember sugar water
what was the name of the fuckin' drink
that they said the fuckin triple K
The Klu Klux Klan and shit had put some shit in and
The black niggaz were gon' die - huh?
Whatever that was, you niggaz knew about it
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"10 Mins."
"10 Mins."
See what I'ma do is, like...
I just kinda wanna be able to, you know...
Smoke by myself,
Without kinda being bothered by what a motherfucker had to ?
Without really havin' to do nothin'
So I'ma go buy this pack, of 100's,
Take me about 10 minutes to smoke a whole 100
Yeah, I'ma snip one upside down
And I'ma take one out and I'ma light it...
Just give me 10 minutes
I just need 10 minutes alone
To not deal with a thing, to not answer my phone
Just to ig' my 2 way, ig' the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
Without y'all comin at me with that bull
Sometimes that's all it takes to ruin my last pull
And right now, that's what got the kid at peace
Let me smoke this one cig in peace
Look, now 'is a couple dudes that don't wanna see me poppin'
They sarcastically ask me 'when your CD's droppin'
Gotta keep my game face
They don't leave me no options
Can't lose my cool I know the streets keep watchin'
Dudes wanna see me lose it all
But I ain't come this far to fall
Let me talk to all of you dudes prayin that I lose it all
I ain't come this far to fall
And I ain't gotta walk around with my clip and nine
A real nigga just open his coat to me and said his is mine
He said call him with his problems
But he don't know that there's always problems, it only gets worse
Like, some dudes get threatened they can't stop me
So all they do is threaten to pop me
But go and get your weapon and cock, G
See it's real here, I dun been up and down the block all week and I'm still here
Look, you wanna know where the booze and coke at
Gangsta's, gorillas, damoo's and locs at,
Where the bricks, where the dick, where the X, where the morphene be,
Take the turnpike to 14B
But now it's back to this pussy dude threatenin' to hurt me
I didn't know all of this came with reppin' Jersey
But now it's no secret
If the thought of jump off doin it makes you so heated nigga so be it
But certain beef will be handeled if you're special
Only marble in the crib, is the handle on his special
My guns in the hood
I can't run from the hood
Nigga my sons in the hood
That should tell you what's what
Soon as I feel good you retards remind me
But son, it ain't hard to find me
I'm at ringside any time the fights on
And I'm in the big black truck with the carolina lights on
Or you can hop on the Pulaski Skyway
I'm in the strip club almost every Friday
Kats is cornballs
Y'all dudes is bitches
Like I ain't got enough problems with this music business
Just give me 10 minutes
I just need 10 minutes alone
To not deal with a thing, to not answer my phone
Just to ig' my 2 way, ig' the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
Without y'all comin at me with that bull
Sometimes that's all it takes to ruin my last pull
And right now, that's what got the kid at peace
Let me smoke this one cig in peace
Some days I don't wanna be bothered
Some days I just miss my father (damn)
Some days I just miss my father
Some days I wanna relapse on redline
Cuz he'll be gone for 26 months fed time
I try to maintain through all this
And pray to god pop keep the same clean date and 4 dicks
My pockets flat kid
You do the math on $5.15 an hour full time after taxes
That wasn't good enough to keep my MO
Shit that wasn't good enough to complete my demo, for real
Some days I don't wanna be seen
And some days I don't shower, I don't wanna be clean
Look, sometimes the truth could hurt you
So I blow my cig smoke right at the Truth commercial
Some days I don't wanna be bothered
Some days I just miss my father
And even if by a miracle he makes it half way out
It wont be parole y'all, it be the half way house but NAH
That's not the right path for a Budden
Cuz we're addicts, addicts can't do half of nothin'
Some days I'm reachin for the thing in the dresser
Some days I'm not invincible and I feel the pressure
Like if everyone's dependin on me, and I just stop
...
Then what the fuck happens?
I can't take that route and girl out
And sometimes I don't wanna hear my girls mouth 'cause
My hectic schedule, she ain't considerate
So all I hear is the complaints and bickerin
Radio's, studio's, photo shoot's
She think I'm fuckin every girl that say I'm oh so cute, cute
Don't appreciate a man and you lose him
Worst thing to do to an innocent man is accuse him
And I ain't with beefin' with home's
Bran Nubian style, I had to love ma' but leave her alone
It ain't workin out, I'll see you aight
Just let go and let God see if we reunite
Cuz with yo shit added to the dudes that wanna see me fall
Nah, fuck it I wont fall
Let me talk to all of you dudes prayin that I lose it all
I ain't come this far to fall, fall
But listen, I'm fucked up now
Don't ask why y'all
Sometimes the best medicine is just to cry y'all
Know what I'm sayin?
Excuse my voice fans, that should be a sign that I identify with what I'm sayin
Cuz it's these type of thoughts that'll kill ya
If you smokin' with me right now, then you a good way from the filter
And I wont front like I ain't stressin'
Sometimes I need a hug, real shit, pain shit is pain lesson (nigga)
Just give me 10 minutes
I just need 10 minutes alone
To not deal with a thing, to not answer my phone
Just to ig' my 2 way, ig' the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
Without y'all comin at me with that bull
Sometimes that's all it takes to ruin my last pull
And right now, that's what got the kid at peace
Let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
I just need 10 minutes alone
To not deal with a thing, to not answer my phone
Just to ig' my 2 way, ig' the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
By myself, you the boys at home
That's all the time I really need to enjoy my bone
If you sparked when the song was beginnin at that time
Then your stoge should be endin with mine
And to you know who...
Ma, I never saw me being with you
But sometimes y'all dreams come true
I'm like your number one fan
Damn, I ain't think Joe would see you
You's a fantasy
I wasn't supposed to meet you, NAH
Chances of that were so unlikely
And if we did meet, you wasn't supposed to like me
But look, I rap now and it just so happens
God put me in a spot where that was just so happenin, see
She had a man, I had a girl
I broke up with mine and around that same time
We was hangin out she never laid a hand on me
But I could tell from the way she glanced at me
Her looks said baby boy somethin hampers me
And it would go down but I got my man with me
Lord how can it be?
You know I never been the dude to come and break up a happy family
And these 2 looked so happy on the outside
They could've only been happy on the outside
We eventually started creepin'
But for me it's just sex
For her it's cheatin'
It went down, one time, two times, once more
Talkin real passionate, every time it jumped off
I'm in deep y'all she's more than a jump off
We both catchin' feelins, both startin to want more
But guess what, she can't leave him
Must be somethin' I don't know about, maybe she needs him
Means I still gotta front like we ain't sleepin'
Still gotta shake his hand, I still gotta see him
How's he supposed to look, supposed to feel for me
He gotta know I'm feelin you, and you feelin me
How am I supposed to look at that man with respect
With Bleek singin 'Is That Your Chick In My Head'
Dru Hill - 'Somebody Sleepin In My Bed'
Aaliyah - 'If Your Girl Only Knew' reversed, but look
Here's why I'm down and out
I'm kinda worried y'all
I ain't heard from him much since he found out
?? it wasn't mine y'all, she's still in the brain
And I know wherever she's at, she's feelin' the same
So 'till my fantasy dame pop up
Everytime the cell rings I'm prayin that her name pop up, for real
I know y'all, I ain't supposed to wife her
But it's God's fault, I wasn't supposed to like her
Sometimes I think, why'd I have to meet chick for?
And some times dog, be careful what you wish for
Some times I don't wanna be bothered
Some days I just miss my father
He's stuck in the system
Treated like a dude that's heartless
And they just transfered him, brought him up on new charges
Yeah folks i'm back to that
So I light another one and smoke back to back for real
I'm chain smokin' if you ain't on my page, listen
I'm stressed out, hopin' this one'll taste different
Dudes hopin' that I lose it all
I ain't come this far to fall
Let me talk to all of you dudes wishin that I lose it all
I ain't come this far to fall
Nah, I wont fall
Hopin that I lose it all
I wont fall, nigga (nah)
Hopin that I lose it all
I ain't come this far to fall
Nah
Nah, (aint come this)
Some days I don't wanna be bothered
Some days I just miss my father (damn)
Just give me 10 minutes
I just need 10 minutes alone
To not deal with a thing, to not answer my phone
Just to ig' my 2 way, ig' the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
Without y'all comin at me with that bull
Sometimes that's all it takes to ruin my last pull
And right now, that's what got the kid at peace
Let me smoke this one cig in peace (peace, peace)
"10 Mins."
See what I'ma do is, like...
I just kinda wanna be able to, you know...
Smoke by myself,
Without kinda being bothered by what a motherfucker had to ?
Without really havin' to do nothin'
So I'ma go buy this pack, of 100's,
Take me about 10 minutes to smoke a whole 100
Yeah, I'ma snip one upside down
And I'ma take one out and I'ma light it...
Just give me 10 minutes
I just need 10 minutes alone
To not deal with a thing, to not answer my phone
Just to ig' my 2 way, ig' the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
Without y'all comin at me with that bull
Sometimes that's all it takes to ruin my last pull
And right now, that's what got the kid at peace
Let me smoke this one cig in peace
Look, now 'is a couple dudes that don't wanna see me poppin'
They sarcastically ask me 'when your CD's droppin'
Gotta keep my game face
They don't leave me no options
Can't lose my cool I know the streets keep watchin'
Dudes wanna see me lose it all
But I ain't come this far to fall
Let me talk to all of you dudes prayin that I lose it all
I ain't come this far to fall
And I ain't gotta walk around with my clip and nine
A real nigga just open his coat to me and said his is mine
He said call him with his problems
But he don't know that there's always problems, it only gets worse
Like, some dudes get threatened they can't stop me
So all they do is threaten to pop me
But go and get your weapon and cock, G
See it's real here, I dun been up and down the block all week and I'm still here
Look, you wanna know where the booze and coke at
Gangsta's, gorillas, damoo's and locs at,
Where the bricks, where the dick, where the X, where the morphene be,
Take the turnpike to 14B
But now it's back to this pussy dude threatenin' to hurt me
I didn't know all of this came with reppin' Jersey
But now it's no secret
If the thought of jump off doin it makes you so heated nigga so be it
But certain beef will be handeled if you're special
Only marble in the crib, is the handle on his special
My guns in the hood
I can't run from the hood
Nigga my sons in the hood
That should tell you what's what
Soon as I feel good you retards remind me
But son, it ain't hard to find me
I'm at ringside any time the fights on
And I'm in the big black truck with the carolina lights on
Or you can hop on the Pulaski Skyway
I'm in the strip club almost every Friday
Kats is cornballs
Y'all dudes is bitches
Like I ain't got enough problems with this music business
Just give me 10 minutes
I just need 10 minutes alone
To not deal with a thing, to not answer my phone
Just to ig' my 2 way, ig' the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
Without y'all comin at me with that bull
Sometimes that's all it takes to ruin my last pull
And right now, that's what got the kid at peace
Let me smoke this one cig in peace
Some days I don't wanna be bothered
Some days I just miss my father (damn)
Some days I just miss my father
Some days I wanna relapse on redline
Cuz he'll be gone for 26 months fed time
I try to maintain through all this
And pray to god pop keep the same clean date and 4 dicks
My pockets flat kid
You do the math on $5.15 an hour full time after taxes
That wasn't good enough to keep my MO
Shit that wasn't good enough to complete my demo, for real
Some days I don't wanna be seen
And some days I don't shower, I don't wanna be clean
Look, sometimes the truth could hurt you
So I blow my cig smoke right at the Truth commercial
Some days I don't wanna be bothered
Some days I just miss my father
And even if by a miracle he makes it half way out
It wont be parole y'all, it be the half way house but NAH
That's not the right path for a Budden
Cuz we're addicts, addicts can't do half of nothin'
Some days I'm reachin for the thing in the dresser
Some days I'm not invincible and I feel the pressure
Like if everyone's dependin on me, and I just stop
...
Then what the fuck happens?
I can't take that route and girl out
And sometimes I don't wanna hear my girls mouth 'cause
My hectic schedule, she ain't considerate
So all I hear is the complaints and bickerin
Radio's, studio's, photo shoot's
She think I'm fuckin every girl that say I'm oh so cute, cute
Don't appreciate a man and you lose him
Worst thing to do to an innocent man is accuse him
And I ain't with beefin' with home's
Bran Nubian style, I had to love ma' but leave her alone
It ain't workin out, I'll see you aight
Just let go and let God see if we reunite
Cuz with yo shit added to the dudes that wanna see me fall
Nah, fuck it I wont fall
Let me talk to all of you dudes prayin that I lose it all
I ain't come this far to fall, fall
But listen, I'm fucked up now
Don't ask why y'all
Sometimes the best medicine is just to cry y'all
Know what I'm sayin?
Excuse my voice fans, that should be a sign that I identify with what I'm sayin
Cuz it's these type of thoughts that'll kill ya
If you smokin' with me right now, then you a good way from the filter
And I wont front like I ain't stressin'
Sometimes I need a hug, real shit, pain shit is pain lesson (nigga)
Just give me 10 minutes
I just need 10 minutes alone
To not deal with a thing, to not answer my phone
Just to ig' my 2 way, ig' the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
Without y'all comin at me with that bull
Sometimes that's all it takes to ruin my last pull
And right now, that's what got the kid at peace
Let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
I just need 10 minutes alone
To not deal with a thing, to not answer my phone
Just to ig' my 2 way, ig' the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
By myself, you the boys at home
That's all the time I really need to enjoy my bone
If you sparked when the song was beginnin at that time
Then your stoge should be endin with mine
And to you know who...
Ma, I never saw me being with you
But sometimes y'all dreams come true
I'm like your number one fan
Damn, I ain't think Joe would see you
You's a fantasy
I wasn't supposed to meet you, NAH
Chances of that were so unlikely
And if we did meet, you wasn't supposed to like me
But look, I rap now and it just so happens
God put me in a spot where that was just so happenin, see
She had a man, I had a girl
I broke up with mine and around that same time
We was hangin out she never laid a hand on me
But I could tell from the way she glanced at me
Her looks said baby boy somethin hampers me
And it would go down but I got my man with me
Lord how can it be?
You know I never been the dude to come and break up a happy family
And these 2 looked so happy on the outside
They could've only been happy on the outside
We eventually started creepin'
But for me it's just sex
For her it's cheatin'
It went down, one time, two times, once more
Talkin real passionate, every time it jumped off
I'm in deep y'all she's more than a jump off
We both catchin' feelins, both startin to want more
But guess what, she can't leave him
Must be somethin' I don't know about, maybe she needs him
Means I still gotta front like we ain't sleepin'
Still gotta shake his hand, I still gotta see him
How's he supposed to look, supposed to feel for me
He gotta know I'm feelin you, and you feelin me
How am I supposed to look at that man with respect
With Bleek singin 'Is That Your Chick In My Head'
Dru Hill - 'Somebody Sleepin In My Bed'
Aaliyah - 'If Your Girl Only Knew' reversed, but look
Here's why I'm down and out
I'm kinda worried y'all
I ain't heard from him much since he found out
?? it wasn't mine y'all, she's still in the brain
And I know wherever she's at, she's feelin' the same
So 'till my fantasy dame pop up
Everytime the cell rings I'm prayin that her name pop up, for real
I know y'all, I ain't supposed to wife her
But it's God's fault, I wasn't supposed to like her
Sometimes I think, why'd I have to meet chick for?
And some times dog, be careful what you wish for
Some times I don't wanna be bothered
Some days I just miss my father
He's stuck in the system
Treated like a dude that's heartless
And they just transfered him, brought him up on new charges
Yeah folks i'm back to that
So I light another one and smoke back to back for real
I'm chain smokin' if you ain't on my page, listen
I'm stressed out, hopin' this one'll taste different
Dudes hopin' that I lose it all
I ain't come this far to fall
Let me talk to all of you dudes wishin that I lose it all
I ain't come this far to fall
Nah, I wont fall
Hopin that I lose it all
I wont fall, nigga (nah)
Hopin that I lose it all
I ain't come this far to fall
Nah
Nah, (aint come this)
Some days I don't wanna be bothered
Some days I just miss my father (damn)
Just give me 10 minutes
I just need 10 minutes alone
To not deal with a thing, to not answer my phone
Just to ig' my 2 way, ig' the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
Without y'all comin at me with that bull
Sometimes that's all it takes to ruin my last pull
And right now, that's what got the kid at peace
Let me smoke this one cig in peace (peace, peace)
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"1000 Faces"
"1000 Faces"
[Intro - Joe Budden - talking (echo)]
Uh, a thug changes
Best friends become strangers
[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
Yo, now we was once two niggaz of the same kind
Went to holla at a hoochie with the same line
Sort of, honestly I'd never guessed you were a hoarder
And if that would manifest all 'cause of what we both thought of her (dog)
So I'm like "how could you get mad at what she thought of me?"
I found out seasons don’t only change quarterly
'Cause you got bitter, it was real fickle
With me sayin "girls are a dime a dozen", knew a nigga with a nickel
I guess nobody told him that gossip and slander's not the answer (nah)
Wish I’d a known that you would flip out over propaganda
Ice in my veins, some people are less skilled (what else?)
And he brought me up on charges when his ego got killed (talk to 'em)
When my friends in doubt, they learn a valuable lesson 'bout
In thirty years I ain’t reckoned how to reconcile
What hurts more? The act of gettin cut off
Or realizin that your two cents wasn’t worth more (dog)
[Chorus - Sample from "A Thousand Faces" by Creed - w/ Joe Budden ad libs]
Now I'm forced to look behind
I'm forced to look at you
You wear a thousand faces
Tell me, tell which is you
Broken mirrors paint the floor
Why can't you see the truth?
You wear a thousand faces
Tell me, tell me which is you
[Verse 2 - Joe Budden]
Check it, nothin could help somebody switch up more than thirst can
I've seen the ill effects that fame could have first hand
Am I to blame for the person that you became?
When you’re already on that path, it's so hard for me to explain
Look, some indicators that I'm watchin, who I never met
I see some things happenin now that you would never let
If you were in your right mind
Were you showin me the right person at the right time
Or, were you tryin to make it easy? Did it really please you to please me?
Did that make you change everythin about you to appease me?
My pride in shambles, wonderin why or when did you decide to gamble
Or are you competin with Maia Campbell?
When did that become suitable?
How could you make somethin so ugly out of what was once beautiful?
Next time beauty’s headed towards me, I plan to dodge (until)
Until I see it's not just bein used as a camouflage (oh!)
[Chorus - w/ Joe Budden ad libs]
[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
Check it, only reason I continue to antagonize
Just my way of bringin truth into a pack of lies
Reveals peoples' true colors, moves a bad disguise
Even though it's somethin I predicted, I just act surprised
That way the armor never chinks on me
Drunk mouth, sober tongue, homie drinks on me
That way I'm protected, y'all got no choice but to respect it
Seen too many come and go to be affected, how's it not expected?
I'm hip to what it's bound to be
And them relationships combined, ain't weigh a pound to me
And so the bullshit, make sure it's tasteful when it's done
You can keep your thousand faces but try bein faithful to one
[Chorus - w/ Joe Budden ad libs]
Tell me, tell me, tell me
You wear a thousand faces
Tell me which is you
Tell me which is you
"1000 Faces"
[Intro - Joe Budden - talking (echo)]
Uh, a thug changes
Best friends become strangers
[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
Yo, now we was once two niggaz of the same kind
Went to holla at a hoochie with the same line
Sort of, honestly I'd never guessed you were a hoarder
And if that would manifest all 'cause of what we both thought of her (dog)
So I'm like "how could you get mad at what she thought of me?"
I found out seasons don’t only change quarterly
'Cause you got bitter, it was real fickle
With me sayin "girls are a dime a dozen", knew a nigga with a nickel
I guess nobody told him that gossip and slander's not the answer (nah)
Wish I’d a known that you would flip out over propaganda
Ice in my veins, some people are less skilled (what else?)
And he brought me up on charges when his ego got killed (talk to 'em)
When my friends in doubt, they learn a valuable lesson 'bout
In thirty years I ain’t reckoned how to reconcile
What hurts more? The act of gettin cut off
Or realizin that your two cents wasn’t worth more (dog)
[Chorus - Sample from "A Thousand Faces" by Creed - w/ Joe Budden ad libs]
Now I'm forced to look behind
I'm forced to look at you
You wear a thousand faces
Tell me, tell which is you
Broken mirrors paint the floor
Why can't you see the truth?
You wear a thousand faces
Tell me, tell me which is you
[Verse 2 - Joe Budden]
Check it, nothin could help somebody switch up more than thirst can
I've seen the ill effects that fame could have first hand
Am I to blame for the person that you became?
When you’re already on that path, it's so hard for me to explain
Look, some indicators that I'm watchin, who I never met
I see some things happenin now that you would never let
If you were in your right mind
Were you showin me the right person at the right time
Or, were you tryin to make it easy? Did it really please you to please me?
Did that make you change everythin about you to appease me?
My pride in shambles, wonderin why or when did you decide to gamble
Or are you competin with Maia Campbell?
When did that become suitable?
How could you make somethin so ugly out of what was once beautiful?
Next time beauty’s headed towards me, I plan to dodge (until)
Until I see it's not just bein used as a camouflage (oh!)
[Chorus - w/ Joe Budden ad libs]
[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
Check it, only reason I continue to antagonize
Just my way of bringin truth into a pack of lies
Reveals peoples' true colors, moves a bad disguise
Even though it's somethin I predicted, I just act surprised
That way the armor never chinks on me
Drunk mouth, sober tongue, homie drinks on me
That way I'm protected, y'all got no choice but to respect it
Seen too many come and go to be affected, how's it not expected?
I'm hip to what it's bound to be
And them relationships combined, ain't weigh a pound to me
And so the bullshit, make sure it's tasteful when it's done
You can keep your thousand faces but try bein faithful to one
[Chorus - w/ Joe Budden ad libs]
Tell me, tell me, tell me
You wear a thousand faces
Tell me which is you
Tell me which is you
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"4 Walls"
"4 Walls"
[computer typing]
[Intro over Chorus]
See, me? I'm talkin' bout somethin called...somethin' I like to call "it"
Ain't really got a name fro it
Only certain niggas suffer from this shit
Talkin' bout niggas that got like, niggas that got like a 6th sense
Sometimes you see shit that ain't there
Sometimes you hear shit ain't no body said nothin'
Sometimes you think you somewhere and you really somewhere totally different
It's almost like you hallucinating
But you sober, you ain't high. No drugs and nothin' like that
Sometimes you can BE high. Talkin' bout like, some paranoia or some shit
[Chorus]
Four walls, they surround me. Loneliness has found me
I'm waiting for you to return. Open the door, walk right on in
Darling let's start all over again
Look. I don't give a fuck again
Thoughts in my head, lookin' like a nigga stuck with them
Wishing it abruptly ends. But God woke him up again
Everything is seeming so unfair. So unclear
Tryin' to reach out no one's there
Four walls tell em go run where no one cares
Screamin' this too shall pass
ridin' on fumes without gas, bills pilin' up without cash
Tryna maintain and outlast
Pray for me, keep tellin' niggas patiently wait for me
Keep tellin haters wait and see, I'm really tryna fill a vacancy
Been a long time it's taking me. Muhhfuckas keep mistakin' me
Mistakenly, cagin' me. Niggas never had no faith in me
Just a few pennies from dead
I got no identity left, victim of idenity theft
Problems never knew, it's revenue. Keep blamin' em it's never you
Keep tellin' baby girl I'm gonna leave and never do
Cause even when a nigga needs space, When you lookin' for a little leeway
Somebody puts it on replay, it's like it gets louder with each day
Pray
[Chorus]
Four walls, they surround me. Loneliness has found me
I'm waiting for you to return. Open the door, walk right on in
Darling let's start all over again
Look, look. I'm tryna keep it formal now. But the pressure's on him now
I'll go ahead and warn you now, I'm tryna come across as normal now
All my life, I've been called insane. Looked at as if I'm strange
Can't tame em. Can't blame em for lookin' at me as if I can't change
With that said still I'm a rise. Though I keep it still in lies
Go ahead reveal your disguise, maybe that'll kill the surprise
Sometimes I feel deprived. Startin' when the guilt arrives
I noticed that the hills have eyes. When you on a heels of demise
And your man's on a ledge. Niggas tamperin' with my head
Hangin' head in the Phantom. Phantom's in my head
Can't escape, figured I'd be a candidate
I ain't gotta upper-hand to date. Can't be fate
Must think that I can handle weight. See, I'm thinkin of mansions, lakes
I was thinkin' Mandalay. Thinkin' I'd expand my stay
That's just the chance I'll take
Bow to my knees so the crowd appease, put em in the mouth of the beast
Crazy they didn't make him out to be
I'm just tryin' to make it out at least. Please
[Refrain]
[Outro over Chorus]
See what I'm talkin bout, they ain't really got terms for shit I'm talkin 'bout
I know they just diagnosed me with this shit. Like a, like a early age or shit
I don't mean four walls literally, nothin' like that
Four walls, I'm talkin' bout..
Ain't no windows. Ain't no sunlight. Ain't even a door
No locks, no nothing. Ain't gettin' outta that shit
You just try and get stuck
I'm talkin' bout four walls in ya head baby
I know a nigga like me
I been talkin' about a niggle like me for a long time
Fucked up out here
Can't even escape
We gon get em (haha)
"4 Walls"
[computer typing]
[Intro over Chorus]
See, me? I'm talkin' bout somethin called...somethin' I like to call "it"
Ain't really got a name fro it
Only certain niggas suffer from this shit
Talkin' bout niggas that got like, niggas that got like a 6th sense
Sometimes you see shit that ain't there
Sometimes you hear shit ain't no body said nothin'
Sometimes you think you somewhere and you really somewhere totally different
It's almost like you hallucinating
But you sober, you ain't high. No drugs and nothin' like that
Sometimes you can BE high. Talkin' bout like, some paranoia or some shit
[Chorus]
Four walls, they surround me. Loneliness has found me
I'm waiting for you to return. Open the door, walk right on in
Darling let's start all over again
Look. I don't give a fuck again
Thoughts in my head, lookin' like a nigga stuck with them
Wishing it abruptly ends. But God woke him up again
Everything is seeming so unfair. So unclear
Tryin' to reach out no one's there
Four walls tell em go run where no one cares
Screamin' this too shall pass
ridin' on fumes without gas, bills pilin' up without cash
Tryna maintain and outlast
Pray for me, keep tellin' niggas patiently wait for me
Keep tellin haters wait and see, I'm really tryna fill a vacancy
Been a long time it's taking me. Muhhfuckas keep mistakin' me
Mistakenly, cagin' me. Niggas never had no faith in me
Just a few pennies from dead
I got no identity left, victim of idenity theft
Problems never knew, it's revenue. Keep blamin' em it's never you
Keep tellin' baby girl I'm gonna leave and never do
Cause even when a nigga needs space, When you lookin' for a little leeway
Somebody puts it on replay, it's like it gets louder with each day
Pray
[Chorus]
Four walls, they surround me. Loneliness has found me
I'm waiting for you to return. Open the door, walk right on in
Darling let's start all over again
Look, look. I'm tryna keep it formal now. But the pressure's on him now
I'll go ahead and warn you now, I'm tryna come across as normal now
All my life, I've been called insane. Looked at as if I'm strange
Can't tame em. Can't blame em for lookin' at me as if I can't change
With that said still I'm a rise. Though I keep it still in lies
Go ahead reveal your disguise, maybe that'll kill the surprise
Sometimes I feel deprived. Startin' when the guilt arrives
I noticed that the hills have eyes. When you on a heels of demise
And your man's on a ledge. Niggas tamperin' with my head
Hangin' head in the Phantom. Phantom's in my head
Can't escape, figured I'd be a candidate
I ain't gotta upper-hand to date. Can't be fate
Must think that I can handle weight. See, I'm thinkin of mansions, lakes
I was thinkin' Mandalay. Thinkin' I'd expand my stay
That's just the chance I'll take
Bow to my knees so the crowd appease, put em in the mouth of the beast
Crazy they didn't make him out to be
I'm just tryin' to make it out at least. Please
[Refrain]
[Outro over Chorus]
See what I'm talkin bout, they ain't really got terms for shit I'm talkin 'bout
I know they just diagnosed me with this shit. Like a, like a early age or shit
I don't mean four walls literally, nothin' like that
Four walls, I'm talkin' bout..
Ain't no windows. Ain't no sunlight. Ain't even a door
No locks, no nothing. Ain't gettin' outta that shit
You just try and get stuck
I'm talkin' bout four walls in ya head baby
I know a nigga like me
I been talkin' about a niggle like me for a long time
Fucked up out here
Can't even escape
We gon get em (haha)
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"40 Licks"
"40 Licks"
Look I can give a fuck about opinions, like 'em or love 'em
I never change up, if you don't like 'em then fuck 'em
Cause I was brought up sayin' sticks and stones
Only let you know about whoever's doin' the throwin'
Dudes is far from what they pretend to be though
I done fired a few shots and got plenty of gold
Nah, if it ain't love, let's begin to be foes
Cause now my minds kind of off, I'm like Emily Rose
When I seen my first man get murdered
I took a little strike from the game like a Transit worker
Won't keep pushin' cats to get paid
And be a grown ass man with no acalade's
And know the truth hurts I can't fabricate
So nothings made up, just the facts I say
My son 'bout to have a brother
It's a different father, same mother, if it ain't one thing it's another
Sometimes this rap thing seems so easy
Til you home lookin' at that TV
Pissed you havin' a fit, changin' it FUCK MTV
Cause you starin' at them, thinkin' that should BE ME
The game and myself is like Jessica and Nick, 'bout to leave
The folks thought we'd never ever split
Try to work through it all that we done for eachother
Both talented but one is too dumb for the other
Let it go to its boiling point
Til it felt like one long episode of Boiling Points
But all I gots this mic and this booth while I'm in it
I figure might aswell tell the truth while I'm in it
Latifa said enjoy my youth while I'm in it
I told her I do but the proofs still tinted
I'm like an old man when no friends or family
Tryin' to cleanse whatever's left of his 'sanity
It's no happy dude here
I'm mad at the world while I'm wishing y'all Happy New Year
It's only fair somebody had one
New Year's for me always be like my last one
New year, same girl, she the same soldier
Think it's all good, probably cause I told her
But I got some resentment, shit that I ain't over
I don't trust baby girl far as I can throw her
Rightfully or wrongly she's gettin' quick sized
I'm on the horn askin' chicks for their tit-size
Face smilin' and there's tears in the kid's eyes
Hidin' it from hoes, by talkin' about my dick size
In the hood with the best of 'em
I'm still hood, just not hood like the rest of 'em
Where's the answer
Don't ask for a cig', I'm so self-centered I won't even share this cancer
Look to the sky
Talk to an invisible man and hope one day my prayers get answered
This shit gets hard with every pull from this cig' or cigar
More like what every lick from the gutiar
GOD!
"40 Licks"
Look I can give a fuck about opinions, like 'em or love 'em
I never change up, if you don't like 'em then fuck 'em
Cause I was brought up sayin' sticks and stones
Only let you know about whoever's doin' the throwin'
Dudes is far from what they pretend to be though
I done fired a few shots and got plenty of gold
Nah, if it ain't love, let's begin to be foes
Cause now my minds kind of off, I'm like Emily Rose
When I seen my first man get murdered
I took a little strike from the game like a Transit worker
Won't keep pushin' cats to get paid
And be a grown ass man with no acalade's
And know the truth hurts I can't fabricate
So nothings made up, just the facts I say
My son 'bout to have a brother
It's a different father, same mother, if it ain't one thing it's another
Sometimes this rap thing seems so easy
Til you home lookin' at that TV
Pissed you havin' a fit, changin' it FUCK MTV
Cause you starin' at them, thinkin' that should BE ME
The game and myself is like Jessica and Nick, 'bout to leave
The folks thought we'd never ever split
Try to work through it all that we done for eachother
Both talented but one is too dumb for the other
Let it go to its boiling point
Til it felt like one long episode of Boiling Points
But all I gots this mic and this booth while I'm in it
I figure might aswell tell the truth while I'm in it
Latifa said enjoy my youth while I'm in it
I told her I do but the proofs still tinted
I'm like an old man when no friends or family
Tryin' to cleanse whatever's left of his 'sanity
It's no happy dude here
I'm mad at the world while I'm wishing y'all Happy New Year
It's only fair somebody had one
New Year's for me always be like my last one
New year, same girl, she the same soldier
Think it's all good, probably cause I told her
But I got some resentment, shit that I ain't over
I don't trust baby girl far as I can throw her
Rightfully or wrongly she's gettin' quick sized
I'm on the horn askin' chicks for their tit-size
Face smilin' and there's tears in the kid's eyes
Hidin' it from hoes, by talkin' about my dick size
In the hood with the best of 'em
I'm still hood, just not hood like the rest of 'em
Where's the answer
Don't ask for a cig', I'm so self-centered I won't even share this cancer
Look to the sky
Talk to an invisible man and hope one day my prayers get answered
This shit gets hard with every pull from this cig' or cigar
More like what every lick from the gutiar
GOD!
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"5th Gear"
"5th Gear"
[Intro - Joe Budden - talking]
Mic check, mic check
Mic check, mic check
Ah, yeah
Y'all know who it is, taha
Oh!
Uh, Uh, uh, uh
It's, it's, it's that On Top Music!
[DJ On Point - talking over Intro (echo)]
Let's keep this shit goin
We call this one 5th Gear
Shout to whole Play Big Entertainment
Crystal, Curtis, I see you
DJ On Point, Joe Budden, Mood Muzik 3
[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
Look, come and cruise with me
I'm good in any hood, no matter who's with me
My mind on (Gettin Money), bumpin new 50
Or my mind was off music, 'til Clue hit me
And told me keep it on the booth strictly (oh!)
So I step in, watchin my surroundings and my settings
Then I let the Percocet set in
Rough year, lost five of my homeboys
I ain't worried 'bout it, y'all alive (y'all alive), just home boy
I feel like I'm the last real nigga left (or)
Maybe all the real niggaz just left (come on)
We growin extinct, we like dinosaurs
There's only a few exceptions, so minus y'all (uh)
The greatest rapper alive (uh), is wearin suits and ties (uh)
So you got a bunch of whack niggas sayin they him
Used to be if you strive for somethin you could achieve it
Now just say shit, these niggaz'll believe it (AH!)
I'm done screamin out "Jump Off rules!"
Lost my girl, broke all of my Jump Off rules
Kept fuckin the side chick, so a nigga lied more
Picked her up in the woman's car, that I ride for her
Creepin, I would hide more (oh)
Got confused as to who I'm 'sposed to fight for (oh)
I can't even blame the jump, it was my fault (why?)
'Cause I gave her the gun and she killed the only bitch I would die for (AH!)
So the noise is called for
When you goin through T's type of Pain dog, ya voice gets altered (OH!)
Know it's hard to stay calm, gonna need State Farm
When you fuckin with a con no, not Akon (let's go!)
I'm high off life, a walkin napalm
Fastballs comin at 'em from a Dice-K arm (from a Dice-K arm)
Ridin suspended L
No wonder I'm on fire, I already been through Hell
So, when the the World's against you well
Naw, I never snitch but I'll let the pencil tell
I suffer from wrong thinkin (so?)
So I avoid straitjackets and the bitch that dumped Sean Kingston (uhh)
Better they respect you than to fear you
I learnt that (Staring At The World In My Rearview)
But come get me cocksucker, I dare you
Rather box a felon than a nigga that's fearful (Understand somethin)
Want a clear view, without a clear view
I put the wall up but thoughts just tear through
God I hear you, givin me a earful (but)
But I'm a cruise in 5th gear until I'm near you (DJ On Point) (oh!)
Eye of a Tiger, naw a Sniper with great aim
I won't be another great slain (nigga!), takes flames, embrace pain
Ask Eddie Griffin, you gon' lose everytime goin up against a freight train (AH!)
Niggaz bleed like us, we in the same World
Keep the Patron comin, try and make the day hurl (oh)
It's a few niggaz checkin out my chain pearls
Go ahead, try and lift somethin that you can't curl
Far from "Wayne's World"
If life's a bitch, it ain't just R. Kelly and Ush' fuckin the (Same Girl) (nope)
O.G. swag, walk got a limp in it
It's my World, everybody's payin rent in it
I left Jersey, I took flight on 'em
Dudes tried to take the crown, (dog) didn't look right on 'em (naw!)
How you gon' fuck with a crook, heist warn 'em?
Play Vanilla Ice, I get Suge Knight on 'em
Meanest Porsches, gleamin crosses
Came from Queens to restore this, deemed it in orbit
When the red carpet rolled out, that mean it's bosses
Don't get it fucked up, we had fiends before this (oh)
My third eye sharp, so keen it's gorgeous (oh)
I've seen it all, even Halloween in August (talk to 'em)
Gun in my hand
The game used to make you sell ya soul, now it gotta come with a dance
I'm on the clear view (whoa!), without a clear view (oh!)
I put the wall up but thoughts just tear through (oh!)
God I hear you, givin me a earful
But I'm a cruise in 5th gear until I'm near you (AH! oh!)
[Outro - Joe Budden - talking]
Uh, it's, it's, it's that On Top Music
[DJ On Point - talking over Outro and until the end]
Shout to my nigga Ferris Bueller
Can't forget Hip Hop Heaven out in Iowa
My nigga Dame Philly in Miami
"5th Gear"
[Intro - Joe Budden - talking]
Mic check, mic check
Mic check, mic check
Ah, yeah
Y'all know who it is, taha
Oh!
Uh, Uh, uh, uh
It's, it's, it's that On Top Music!
[DJ On Point - talking over Intro (echo)]
Let's keep this shit goin
We call this one 5th Gear
Shout to whole Play Big Entertainment
Crystal, Curtis, I see you
DJ On Point, Joe Budden, Mood Muzik 3
[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
Look, come and cruise with me
I'm good in any hood, no matter who's with me
My mind on (Gettin Money), bumpin new 50
Or my mind was off music, 'til Clue hit me
And told me keep it on the booth strictly (oh!)
So I step in, watchin my surroundings and my settings
Then I let the Percocet set in
Rough year, lost five of my homeboys
I ain't worried 'bout it, y'all alive (y'all alive), just home boy
I feel like I'm the last real nigga left (or)
Maybe all the real niggaz just left (come on)
We growin extinct, we like dinosaurs
There's only a few exceptions, so minus y'all (uh)
The greatest rapper alive (uh), is wearin suits and ties (uh)
So you got a bunch of whack niggas sayin they him
Used to be if you strive for somethin you could achieve it
Now just say shit, these niggaz'll believe it (AH!)
I'm done screamin out "Jump Off rules!"
Lost my girl, broke all of my Jump Off rules
Kept fuckin the side chick, so a nigga lied more
Picked her up in the woman's car, that I ride for her
Creepin, I would hide more (oh)
Got confused as to who I'm 'sposed to fight for (oh)
I can't even blame the jump, it was my fault (why?)
'Cause I gave her the gun and she killed the only bitch I would die for (AH!)
So the noise is called for
When you goin through T's type of Pain dog, ya voice gets altered (OH!)
Know it's hard to stay calm, gonna need State Farm
When you fuckin with a con no, not Akon (let's go!)
I'm high off life, a walkin napalm
Fastballs comin at 'em from a Dice-K arm (from a Dice-K arm)
Ridin suspended L
No wonder I'm on fire, I already been through Hell
So, when the the World's against you well
Naw, I never snitch but I'll let the pencil tell
I suffer from wrong thinkin (so?)
So I avoid straitjackets and the bitch that dumped Sean Kingston (uhh)
Better they respect you than to fear you
I learnt that (Staring At The World In My Rearview)
But come get me cocksucker, I dare you
Rather box a felon than a nigga that's fearful (Understand somethin)
Want a clear view, without a clear view
I put the wall up but thoughts just tear through
God I hear you, givin me a earful (but)
But I'm a cruise in 5th gear until I'm near you (DJ On Point) (oh!)
Eye of a Tiger, naw a Sniper with great aim
I won't be another great slain (nigga!), takes flames, embrace pain
Ask Eddie Griffin, you gon' lose everytime goin up against a freight train (AH!)
Niggaz bleed like us, we in the same World
Keep the Patron comin, try and make the day hurl (oh)
It's a few niggaz checkin out my chain pearls
Go ahead, try and lift somethin that you can't curl
Far from "Wayne's World"
If life's a bitch, it ain't just R. Kelly and Ush' fuckin the (Same Girl) (nope)
O.G. swag, walk got a limp in it
It's my World, everybody's payin rent in it
I left Jersey, I took flight on 'em
Dudes tried to take the crown, (dog) didn't look right on 'em (naw!)
How you gon' fuck with a crook, heist warn 'em?
Play Vanilla Ice, I get Suge Knight on 'em
Meanest Porsches, gleamin crosses
Came from Queens to restore this, deemed it in orbit
When the red carpet rolled out, that mean it's bosses
Don't get it fucked up, we had fiends before this (oh)
My third eye sharp, so keen it's gorgeous (oh)
I've seen it all, even Halloween in August (talk to 'em)
Gun in my hand
The game used to make you sell ya soul, now it gotta come with a dance
I'm on the clear view (whoa!), without a clear view (oh!)
I put the wall up but thoughts just tear through (oh!)
God I hear you, givin me a earful
But I'm a cruise in 5th gear until I'm near you (AH! oh!)
[Outro - Joe Budden - talking]
Uh, it's, it's, it's that On Top Music
[DJ On Point - talking over Outro and until the end]
Shout to my nigga Ferris Bueller
Can't forget Hip Hop Heaven out in Iowa
My nigga Dame Philly in Miami
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"6 Minutes Of Death"
"6 Minutes Of Death"
Its your motherfuckin boy
Yeah
Jump Off Joe Budden here
Clinton Sparks
We gonna get familiar with it
We gonna get familiar together matter fact
Boston stand up
Jerz stand up
Sparks, solid its your boy
It'ssssss...
It'ssssss...
THAT ON TOP MUSIC
[Chorus: repeat 4X]
Whatever it takes
To find a way
To find a way
To find a way
I'ma do
Aight
I'm dealin with some shit homie
Its in the back of my head
And its some shit homie
But I just rap it instead
See I got Wolverine claws in me
But the whole worlds throwin stones at me
Like they all got a bone with me
Got a childs mother
And I hate her to death
But that's my childs mother
So that's my major till death
Its wild how I love her
For putting little me here
And me and here could be forever
she gon still be there
but there some other niggaz
I just take care of the room
But they some other niggaz
Now lets get back to the song
I got a drug problem
That I ain't attended to
Because I got enough problems
And my solution is to stuff problems
But if something goes wrong with that
Then its back to PCP
And so long with raps
See I'm depressed lately
But nobody understands that I'm depressed lately
I'm sorta feelin represed lately
And youll be hearin and seein me less lately
Like has anyone noticed the regress lately
Look deep nigga
Don't I seem stressed lately
Seem disturbed
Alotta regrets lately
Got a company
That I'm signed to
But they ain't in my company
When all I need is some company
When I start feelin like everybodies done with me
I'm tryin to see what everybody want fwith me
Then the mistress
Yeah the girl from *10 minutes its her
Now I'm needed ten minutes for her
I can't get into it
But I want y'all to know
That ill get into
But ill save that for *The Growth
And this rap beef
But I'm so secure with me
Its only rap beef
I don't need security
Wanna get at me
Wanna go to war with me
That's just one phone call from me
Check this shit
I got a whole hood
That don't appreciate me
It's not the whole hood
That depreciates me
What you gonna tell me
When it's the streets that made me
And I won't let the belly of the beast degrade me
And then theres rap critics
They say all I make is dance music
But to almost anything
You can dance stupid
They ain't like the single
But they ain't cop the album
Wouldn't give a chance to it
Not a second glance to it
They say he whines too much
Hes too bitter
They call it complaining
I call it explaining
I know normal niggaz get caught up in the game and
Lose they mind and y'all call it entertainment
Its some shit with me
And dudes been knew that
But I'm gambling a lot and I ain't used to do that
And then rap ain't payin the bills
Its more money more problems
Or its no money more problems
Its all enormous when you playin these games
That's how it feel to have a warrant on a famous face
Then the albums pushed back because they say he need a
single at the moment
When what he need is a single moment
Then I'm involved in the he say she say
And that's on my mind on replay each day
Then theres the bullshit that she say that hes gay
But she wouldn't like to think that I ain't like her
Just because she was throwin it at me and I ain't touch her
Shell say anything sides from I ain't wanna fuck her
I don't feel good
So I don't wanna go to a club
dont wanna go to a lounge
just wanna lounge
in the same sweats that I had on for days
same tee I had on for a week
what I got on it speaks
what I got on it reeks
no shape up
cause but that's just how I'm feelin
and one day at a time
its God willin
im tryin to see straight
but the fog keeps building
pulse start racing
the bulls startin to hate me
but I gotta be a king
cause its wolves tryin to play me
hoodie when its hot like its freezing winter
rest, starve, eat and sleep for dinner
and its hard trying keep this in ya
So I write it all down
So one day maybe
When life is all sweet ill remember
Then its probation
I know we all go through it
We call it pro-bation
But there's no pros to it
And my souls aching
Only a few peers know
Funny thing about the case is it's a few years old
I had some shit going on with my dick
It felt good but its bad
So I'm sitting here like what the bitch had
It's not Graph, Its real
Look scrappy its true
Dog whats poppin
Do he look happy to you
Now if it goes to the wire
Got the soul of a fighter
Bruised up and sloppy
I damage like Ali
Up late talking to the fans on the website
That's the only thing that send your man of to bed right
FUCK THE WORLD
FUCK MY MOMS AND MY GIRL
Well maybe not moms
Just let me remain calm
This too won't last
This too shall pass
At least that's what I say dog
That's what I pray for
And I'm the only thing that's standing in my way yall
But I gotta be wit me
There's no escape yall
I guess depression just stepped in and took over shit
like its known to do
I guess its that
Hey Joe I'm going home with you
Turn your phone off
I need to be alone with you
I need to be in the zone with you
Cause I'm the only thing you grown to nigga
Look I own you nigga
Been with me since ten
But you startin to confuse me
Cause Its been so long
You still trying to lose me
Like bitch how could you show me such cruelty
When everybody turns there back on you
Joe it's just you and me
You don't want me to see you right
And why you always come see me how we reunite
Tell me
I know you feel for me deep in your heart
Doctors, meetings, pills couldn't keep us apart
Now you got a deal
And you wanna get rid of me
But we roommates
I'm in your head Joe
You live with me
So I don't write for the fans
Nah
I write to my man
And hope hell just leave and understand
Like
Like please leave the kid in peace
Let me smoke this one cig in peace
Just leave me for a second man
Its been too long and I can't coupe it
And as long as you around I can't make that dance music
[Chorus]
"6 Minutes Of Death"
Its your motherfuckin boy
Yeah
Jump Off Joe Budden here
Clinton Sparks
We gonna get familiar with it
We gonna get familiar together matter fact
Boston stand up
Jerz stand up
Sparks, solid its your boy
It'ssssss...
It'ssssss...
THAT ON TOP MUSIC
[Chorus: repeat 4X]
Whatever it takes
To find a way
To find a way
To find a way
I'ma do
Aight
I'm dealin with some shit homie
Its in the back of my head
And its some shit homie
But I just rap it instead
See I got Wolverine claws in me
But the whole worlds throwin stones at me
Like they all got a bone with me
Got a childs mother
And I hate her to death
But that's my childs mother
So that's my major till death
Its wild how I love her
For putting little me here
And me and here could be forever
she gon still be there
but there some other niggaz
I just take care of the room
But they some other niggaz
Now lets get back to the song
I got a drug problem
That I ain't attended to
Because I got enough problems
And my solution is to stuff problems
But if something goes wrong with that
Then its back to PCP
And so long with raps
See I'm depressed lately
But nobody understands that I'm depressed lately
I'm sorta feelin represed lately
And youll be hearin and seein me less lately
Like has anyone noticed the regress lately
Look deep nigga
Don't I seem stressed lately
Seem disturbed
Alotta regrets lately
Got a company
That I'm signed to
But they ain't in my company
When all I need is some company
When I start feelin like everybodies done with me
I'm tryin to see what everybody want fwith me
Then the mistress
Yeah the girl from *10 minutes its her
Now I'm needed ten minutes for her
I can't get into it
But I want y'all to know
That ill get into
But ill save that for *The Growth
And this rap beef
But I'm so secure with me
Its only rap beef
I don't need security
Wanna get at me
Wanna go to war with me
That's just one phone call from me
Check this shit
I got a whole hood
That don't appreciate me
It's not the whole hood
That depreciates me
What you gonna tell me
When it's the streets that made me
And I won't let the belly of the beast degrade me
And then theres rap critics
They say all I make is dance music
But to almost anything
You can dance stupid
They ain't like the single
But they ain't cop the album
Wouldn't give a chance to it
Not a second glance to it
They say he whines too much
Hes too bitter
They call it complaining
I call it explaining
I know normal niggaz get caught up in the game and
Lose they mind and y'all call it entertainment
Its some shit with me
And dudes been knew that
But I'm gambling a lot and I ain't used to do that
And then rap ain't payin the bills
Its more money more problems
Or its no money more problems
Its all enormous when you playin these games
That's how it feel to have a warrant on a famous face
Then the albums pushed back because they say he need a
single at the moment
When what he need is a single moment
Then I'm involved in the he say she say
And that's on my mind on replay each day
Then theres the bullshit that she say that hes gay
But she wouldn't like to think that I ain't like her
Just because she was throwin it at me and I ain't touch her
Shell say anything sides from I ain't wanna fuck her
I don't feel good
So I don't wanna go to a club
dont wanna go to a lounge
just wanna lounge
in the same sweats that I had on for days
same tee I had on for a week
what I got on it speaks
what I got on it reeks
no shape up
cause but that's just how I'm feelin
and one day at a time
its God willin
im tryin to see straight
but the fog keeps building
pulse start racing
the bulls startin to hate me
but I gotta be a king
cause its wolves tryin to play me
hoodie when its hot like its freezing winter
rest, starve, eat and sleep for dinner
and its hard trying keep this in ya
So I write it all down
So one day maybe
When life is all sweet ill remember
Then its probation
I know we all go through it
We call it pro-bation
But there's no pros to it
And my souls aching
Only a few peers know
Funny thing about the case is it's a few years old
I had some shit going on with my dick
It felt good but its bad
So I'm sitting here like what the bitch had
It's not Graph, Its real
Look scrappy its true
Dog whats poppin
Do he look happy to you
Now if it goes to the wire
Got the soul of a fighter
Bruised up and sloppy
I damage like Ali
Up late talking to the fans on the website
That's the only thing that send your man of to bed right
FUCK THE WORLD
FUCK MY MOMS AND MY GIRL
Well maybe not moms
Just let me remain calm
This too won't last
This too shall pass
At least that's what I say dog
That's what I pray for
And I'm the only thing that's standing in my way yall
But I gotta be wit me
There's no escape yall
I guess depression just stepped in and took over shit
like its known to do
I guess its that
Hey Joe I'm going home with you
Turn your phone off
I need to be alone with you
I need to be in the zone with you
Cause I'm the only thing you grown to nigga
Look I own you nigga
Been with me since ten
But you startin to confuse me
Cause Its been so long
You still trying to lose me
Like bitch how could you show me such cruelty
When everybody turns there back on you
Joe it's just you and me
You don't want me to see you right
And why you always come see me how we reunite
Tell me
I know you feel for me deep in your heart
Doctors, meetings, pills couldn't keep us apart
Now you got a deal
And you wanna get rid of me
But we roommates
I'm in your head Joe
You live with me
So I don't write for the fans
Nah
I write to my man
And hope hell just leave and understand
Like
Like please leave the kid in peace
Let me smoke this one cig in peace
Just leave me for a second man
Its been too long and I can't coupe it
And as long as you around I can't make that dance music
[Chorus]
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
Adrenaline"
(feat. Drew Hudson)
Adrenaline"
(feat. Drew Hudson)
[Joe Budden]
GIVE IT AWAY NOW!
L-look look look look look
I can't call it,
I always seem to take one step backward and five steps forward,
Nothing to gain, its like everything mortgaged,
Ya'll can love me or ya'll won't, go ahead talk shit,
Cautious, report shit, live out of hell,
Since all my dudes either alive or outta jail,
Won't fold, won't curl, no wonder all this weights on my shoulders,
I'm sitting on the bottom of the world,
They say, tears are words that your mouth can't speak,
Rubber on every arm could fire but cant reach,
I say, streets learn you what the schools can't teach,
My job is to get a gospel that the church won't preach,
Something like a rock star, keep the live band,
Just sub my true religions for they're skin tight pants,
Ass on my wife, no nice implants,
I mean no accessories, the crime's been an accessory,
It's a thinking man's world, shit is chess to me,
So let the king move mean time, let it be
[Chorus]
(According to Phenom its Drew Hudson, blame him if wrong)
It's the Junk Yard Gang, Drew Hudson repping Jersey,
Revers the psyche on life and do the mic dirty,
Tired, hungry and thirsty, motherfuck fame,
Matter of fact, when this verse ends forget my name,
It's the message, not the man,
The vision, not the plan,
No glits, no glam, just pure connection with the fans,
Half your downloads get deleted with the spam,
These dudes keep it so real they come across fake,
Straight boring, ignore these wack bastards,
Approaching to forwards(?) as frauds(?) is ass backwards,
I just vividly spit it to pick it differently,
Rip all the vodka, swig it then pissing on negativity,
The pen is mightier than the trigger,
Strike em when I spit,
Real catchy huh?, I don't even like that shit,
What I like, a rock flow that's lava, melotic
With a high dose of more(?) fire(?),
The fire and the rain, the fire in my veins is hot,
Can't be stopped with fire brigades,
UUUHHHH!
No image, im livin every synonym twisted in this syllable spliff six a them hits I'll leave you lifted
All heart and gut,
Feeling the hunts adrenaline rush, come on,
The shits heating up,
[Chorus]
[Joe Budden]
L-Look look
I wear a K as a weapon,
Eye in through scope 'case my foes at the top of my stair way to heaven,
And I, pop a big step, dressed in my fly shit,
Ipod, headphones on bumping my shit,
I never cared, I was careless,
Fear being afraid, OR maybe im afraid to be fearless,
OR fear being fearless but fearful,
So even in my carelessness, got to be careful,
I'm like, who's that looking threw my peephole?,
When did my alter-ego get a ego?,
He wants the rims chrome,
Me im trying to push the pedal till my foot's on the ground like a flintstone,
Bluetooth, my girl on the horn bickering,
But even though when she scream, I hear it like whispering,
I been around noise all my life,
I've been poised baby all my life,
Just let me live my life,
Live yours, make your own highlight,
Then, meet me at the top like a butterfly knife,
Then, learn how to see without eyesight,
If, at first you don't succeed then try twice,
See I don't write it I will it, reel it, real shit,
Paint a masterpeice then unveil it.
Come I'm 'bout to reveal it,
Destroy it, rebuild it,
Conceal it, before another nigga steals it,
Milk shit, not a pessimist, im a realist,
When you think you on, I go and hit the killswitch,
Drummer rockin, he's ill bitch,
If they sleep dont wake em just drill shit(?)
See I'm something they got to deal with,
(feat. Drew Hudson)
Adrenaline"
(feat. Drew Hudson)
[Joe Budden]
GIVE IT AWAY NOW!
L-look look look look look
I can't call it,
I always seem to take one step backward and five steps forward,
Nothing to gain, its like everything mortgaged,
Ya'll can love me or ya'll won't, go ahead talk shit,
Cautious, report shit, live out of hell,
Since all my dudes either alive or outta jail,
Won't fold, won't curl, no wonder all this weights on my shoulders,
I'm sitting on the bottom of the world,
They say, tears are words that your mouth can't speak,
Rubber on every arm could fire but cant reach,
I say, streets learn you what the schools can't teach,
My job is to get a gospel that the church won't preach,
Something like a rock star, keep the live band,
Just sub my true religions for they're skin tight pants,
Ass on my wife, no nice implants,
I mean no accessories, the crime's been an accessory,
It's a thinking man's world, shit is chess to me,
So let the king move mean time, let it be
[Chorus]
(According to Phenom its Drew Hudson, blame him if wrong)
It's the Junk Yard Gang, Drew Hudson repping Jersey,
Revers the psyche on life and do the mic dirty,
Tired, hungry and thirsty, motherfuck fame,
Matter of fact, when this verse ends forget my name,
It's the message, not the man,
The vision, not the plan,
No glits, no glam, just pure connection with the fans,
Half your downloads get deleted with the spam,
These dudes keep it so real they come across fake,
Straight boring, ignore these wack bastards,
Approaching to forwards(?) as frauds(?) is ass backwards,
I just vividly spit it to pick it differently,
Rip all the vodka, swig it then pissing on negativity,
The pen is mightier than the trigger,
Strike em when I spit,
Real catchy huh?, I don't even like that shit,
What I like, a rock flow that's lava, melotic
With a high dose of more(?) fire(?),
The fire and the rain, the fire in my veins is hot,
Can't be stopped with fire brigades,
UUUHHHH!
No image, im livin every synonym twisted in this syllable spliff six a them hits I'll leave you lifted
All heart and gut,
Feeling the hunts adrenaline rush, come on,
The shits heating up,
[Chorus]
[Joe Budden]
L-Look look
I wear a K as a weapon,
Eye in through scope 'case my foes at the top of my stair way to heaven,
And I, pop a big step, dressed in my fly shit,
Ipod, headphones on bumping my shit,
I never cared, I was careless,
Fear being afraid, OR maybe im afraid to be fearless,
OR fear being fearless but fearful,
So even in my carelessness, got to be careful,
I'm like, who's that looking threw my peephole?,
When did my alter-ego get a ego?,
He wants the rims chrome,
Me im trying to push the pedal till my foot's on the ground like a flintstone,
Bluetooth, my girl on the horn bickering,
But even though when she scream, I hear it like whispering,
I been around noise all my life,
I've been poised baby all my life,
Just let me live my life,
Live yours, make your own highlight,
Then, meet me at the top like a butterfly knife,
Then, learn how to see without eyesight,
If, at first you don't succeed then try twice,
See I don't write it I will it, reel it, real shit,
Paint a masterpeice then unveil it.
Come I'm 'bout to reveal it,
Destroy it, rebuild it,
Conceal it, before another nigga steals it,
Milk shit, not a pessimist, im a realist,
When you think you on, I go and hit the killswitch,
Drummer rockin, he's ill bitch,
If they sleep dont wake em just drill shit(?)
See I'm something they got to deal with,
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"Aftermath"
"Aftermath"
[Sample: Rocky]
You ain't gon believe this but, you used to fit right here
I'd hold you up and say to your mother
This kids gonna be the best kid in the World
This kids gonna be somebody better than anybody I ever knew
And you grew up good and wonderful, it was great
Just watching everyday was like a privilage
Than the time comes for you to be your own man, and take on the World
And you did, but somewhere along the lines, you changed, you stopped being you!
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Shout to all my fans, glad I can inspire y'all
Got a couple haters, still trying to acquire more
You're praying to a higher power hoping I should fall
But even my writers block ends in a fire wall
Everybody acts reckless judging by they past efforts
If they ran shit why it won't show up in they track records
How can the critics ever hear me and say I'm a suffer
How when they play with words and I make em' play with each other
Choppers over the booth, ready for prime time
Come one with his thoughts, intertwine with his mind
Go toe to toe, blow for blow or do it rhyme for rhyme
Be competitive coke heads and go line for line
Honestly that crap of yours you should raffle off
With me they getting Genius Bars without the Apple store
Under the microscope I rebut' the scrutiny
If I'm to be compared it's only to who I used to be
Take a closer look at rappers and you might discover
This faggots talking Boxing, avoid the Mike Buffers
Now you the type to cuff her, me I get tired of her
See you the type to get hype to hug her but won't try to fuck her
No pencil thin bitches, me that ain't the style he dates
Might sit on her face and leave the imprint of a smiley face
Introduce the newcomers to my habitat
The calms before the storm, this the debris from the aftermath
[Sample: Rocky]
Let me tell you something, here right now
The World ain't all sunshine and rainbows
It's a very mean and nasty place and I don't care how tough you are
It will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it
You, nore nobody is gonna hit as hard as life
But it ain't about how hard you hit
It's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Let me change pace, the alternate route is a long one
But you'll ultimately end up in the same place
So I tell aspiring artists "think beyond greater"
I know some niggas with platinum plaques and bronze paper
But better living should be earned, never fed or giving
So I traded my recognition instead for a vision
They always told me that I'd end up dead or in prison
Who ever thought that same dude getting head while he whipping
At the chick would hang up on, give em' the dial tone
Now buying wild homes, straight cash without loans
I always managed to do better when his doubts shown
I'll teach you how to turn them diamonds into milestones
Class is in session, and look who's come to tutor
They passing the fake off as real like Brian Pumpers jeweler
Where I'm from niggas with fear getting slumped by shooters
But my equal to dumping rugers is being done by computers
I'm getting bread, every verse like the lotto
Give them substance but they treat every word like it's a hollow
My niggas off parole I'm tryna give them something pure to follow
Cause he ain't have a pot to piss in, just a urine bottle
I come from where so many people where raised with neglect
Cops trying to meet they quote, thirsty to make an arrest
All my wrong doings did, was put my faith to a test
Which made me much stronger, guess my mistakes were correct
[Sample: Rocky]
Now if you know what you're worth, go out and get what you're worth
But you gotta be willing to take the hit
Not pointing fingers saying you're not where you wanna because of him or her or anybody
Cowards do that and that ain't you
You better than that
"Aftermath"
[Sample: Rocky]
You ain't gon believe this but, you used to fit right here
I'd hold you up and say to your mother
This kids gonna be the best kid in the World
This kids gonna be somebody better than anybody I ever knew
And you grew up good and wonderful, it was great
Just watching everyday was like a privilage
Than the time comes for you to be your own man, and take on the World
And you did, but somewhere along the lines, you changed, you stopped being you!
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Shout to all my fans, glad I can inspire y'all
Got a couple haters, still trying to acquire more
You're praying to a higher power hoping I should fall
But even my writers block ends in a fire wall
Everybody acts reckless judging by they past efforts
If they ran shit why it won't show up in they track records
How can the critics ever hear me and say I'm a suffer
How when they play with words and I make em' play with each other
Choppers over the booth, ready for prime time
Come one with his thoughts, intertwine with his mind
Go toe to toe, blow for blow or do it rhyme for rhyme
Be competitive coke heads and go line for line
Honestly that crap of yours you should raffle off
With me they getting Genius Bars without the Apple store
Under the microscope I rebut' the scrutiny
If I'm to be compared it's only to who I used to be
Take a closer look at rappers and you might discover
This faggots talking Boxing, avoid the Mike Buffers
Now you the type to cuff her, me I get tired of her
See you the type to get hype to hug her but won't try to fuck her
No pencil thin bitches, me that ain't the style he dates
Might sit on her face and leave the imprint of a smiley face
Introduce the newcomers to my habitat
The calms before the storm, this the debris from the aftermath
[Sample: Rocky]
Let me tell you something, here right now
The World ain't all sunshine and rainbows
It's a very mean and nasty place and I don't care how tough you are
It will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it
You, nore nobody is gonna hit as hard as life
But it ain't about how hard you hit
It's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Let me change pace, the alternate route is a long one
But you'll ultimately end up in the same place
So I tell aspiring artists "think beyond greater"
I know some niggas with platinum plaques and bronze paper
But better living should be earned, never fed or giving
So I traded my recognition instead for a vision
They always told me that I'd end up dead or in prison
Who ever thought that same dude getting head while he whipping
At the chick would hang up on, give em' the dial tone
Now buying wild homes, straight cash without loans
I always managed to do better when his doubts shown
I'll teach you how to turn them diamonds into milestones
Class is in session, and look who's come to tutor
They passing the fake off as real like Brian Pumpers jeweler
Where I'm from niggas with fear getting slumped by shooters
But my equal to dumping rugers is being done by computers
I'm getting bread, every verse like the lotto
Give them substance but they treat every word like it's a hollow
My niggas off parole I'm tryna give them something pure to follow
Cause he ain't have a pot to piss in, just a urine bottle
I come from where so many people where raised with neglect
Cops trying to meet they quote, thirsty to make an arrest
All my wrong doings did, was put my faith to a test
Which made me much stronger, guess my mistakes were correct
[Sample: Rocky]
Now if you know what you're worth, go out and get what you're worth
But you gotta be willing to take the hit
Not pointing fingers saying you're not where you wanna because of him or her or anybody
Cowards do that and that ain't you
You better than that