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Wake lyrics - Joe Budden

[Kenny Powers:]

New Joe Budden!

Good afternoon everyone. I'm Kenny Powers. If you're here and you're someone Shane cared about, or someone Shane loved. Or maybe you're just somebody who has no business being here at all who's just here because you think it's gonna make you more popular. You know, Shane and I used to fuck around big time. We fuckin' partied hard. We'd ride our vehicles around. Slay ass

[Joe Budden:]

My condolences, my condolences

Whole family in mourning send my condolences

My condolences, crazy I just spoke to him

Courtney dropping drinks all in Hooters

She losin' focus shit

Don't send a text, I don't care y'all mad

Shit, I waited 5 days nigga where y'all at?

For real, I'm calling Stunna

Cause all Summer 16, ain't heard a hot 16 'bout all Summer

Awareness is high, say attention I'm seeking

Since I'm reaching, it's offensive they're convinced I'm a demon

Such a thin disagreement, son my kin for a reason

Killing you is expected of me, I don't win an achievement

Somebody pinch me I'm dreaming, take this mental reprievement

Since I know the nigga, I know this ain't the man that I'm seein'

I heard it straight from the 'Bama's mouth, he won't pull a hammer out

Wasn't you at Hov's show scared to pull the camera out?

I'm seeing habits switch, magic tricks

You froggy behind that Apple fix

The passiveness in your manor I might react to it

Automatic shit

Ratchet kids at your crib that can't even spell Calabasas bitch

So I take all the guns, load half the clips

I just notice you run, we mention half of Clipse

I'll save that for another time I'll get back to it

I'm kinda shocked to look at what we've advanced to

Knew it'd get you dismantled, knew the issues I ran through

Sick of the scandal, or maybe I just misunderstand you

I kept it a buck, thought that, that was shit you could handle

You said that you wondered if anything you doin' was brand new, right?

I got him, no one help, father punch below the belt

Introspection means dig deep, let's look below the wealth

I wanna know myself

How you tell bitches know they self

When you don't even know yourself?

You wouldn't know yourself

Say he Canadian, maybe Asian, Croatian

Be sounding like his Jamaican friends, depend on what state he in

I think you rap good, but you a movie star

So that owl's appropriate, we don't know who you are

Where did the boy's brain change? Was it the club scene?

Now you sound like you use people and love things

But later for how you use people and love things

The entendres that upswing when I call you drug king

That record contract, leaves a lot to exam

Never dealt drugs in his life, but sold a lotta gram

That's too much baking soda, good thing my break is over

They thinking cause my paper lower, this for Rage to blow up

Or maybe they just woke up

You leverage your celeb, taking waves over

That's territorial takeover

Maybe he thinks nobody notices

Gucci wasn't home two seconds before you rode his dick

Bodied Versace flows, copy, that he stole

Ay dios mio, sorry Migos, adios amigo

Was that your plot all along?

Why you ain't do that vid with Fetty but you hopped on the song?

No really, we want a Party album

But you keep stealing all of Party's album

To go and put it on your party album

It's plenty reason to slay you

Kept going up Tuesday's and now The Weeknd just hates you

Are you lifeless? Sound like a zombie on the track

Remember "Started From the Bottom, " it was Zombie on the Track

Know who else started from the bottom? Zombie on the Track

How come after that joint I don't see Zombie on a track?

I'm from Jersey, so Zombie I got your back

Be alarmed the real is finally back

Get your guard up now, hope your heart up now

Battery in him, let's see if he get charged up now

I'm wake

I'm wake

We at the wake

[Kenny Powers:]

Who's Goose and who's Tom Cruise?

Well now that Shane is dead I guess we know who is Goose. Shane is Goose. Cause in that motion picture, Goose dies, so Shane is dead so he would be Goose

Why Would I lyrics - Joe Budden

You can always count on me

[Verse 1]

I got no time to be wasteful, treat my time like it’s rare

I appalled at the fact that you think I got it to spare

I got so many folk, pulling me every which where

They bombard me problems, niggas think that I care

They be clogging my air

But I just dismiss it

They say I’m unfair, they depend on me to fix it

They say I don’t give back, they say that I’m evil

Help yourself please before you expect me too

I got so many hoes, that vie for attention

I ain't saying no names, they would die for a mention

They love my sense of humour, they say I’m a clown

They say I can be insensitive but they stay around

And it’s normally a model, nigga, shocked that I got ‘em

But way before the deal, was never a problem

Y’all judging it wrong, you think this what I offer

But it’s all in the mind, more about what I taught her

Solo maintenance, no Victoria secrets

All I ask is that they make the bed when they leave it

We can be in the PJ, could be at the Clearview

You talk to the pilot from your seat, can hear you

Some niggas got beef with me

But I’m an adult so it’s not I’m afraid

It’s that I know the results

And the song never changes

Sung from the pulpit

My time is important I got enough of the bullshit

[Chorus]

I don’t wanna waste your time

I got so much I could be doing with mine

Why would I waste your time

You handle your shit, I handle mine

That way it’s all good

It’s all, it’s all, it’s all good

It’s all good

That way it’s all good

It’s all, it’s all, it’s all good

It’s all good

[Verse 2]

I can show you a mansion show you some cars

It speaks in volumes that I’m showing you bars

The money means nothing you make it you lose it

Some niggas stay broke and just make up excuses

I could be out the country hiding under the bucket

Shop when I land, I ain't checking no luggage

Bet I give it my all, I can give you a quarter

But even in that I can give you slaughter

I can be at the jeweller, can be at the theatre

Can be at the strip club or can be with the Realtor

I can wanna relax and vacay with dude

I can be anywhere that means away from you

From the kid on the block, selling dope

Now I’m in VIP behind a velvet rope

I tap shawty on the shoulder, tell her to go

She say she depressed, I’m helping her cope

I can take her to Gucci, can take her to Mike Korrs

If you had the World what would you strive for?

It’s a gift and a curse

Everything is a drawback

I could be in grey-house but nigga I’m off that

It’s the size of your heart when your facing a wall

Are you afraid of heights or afraid of the fall?

The song never changes, sung from the pulpit

Time is important, enough of the bullshit

[Chorus]

Afraid lyrics - Joe Budden

What am I afraid of?

This is supposed to be what dreams are made of

But people I don't have the time to hang with

Always look at me and say the same shit

They say you promised you would never change

I just feel like you broke a promise to me

Only hurt cause I thought you were being honest with me

So I'm gon' try and do this honorably

Without the sponsoring fee what's most alarming to me

This so emotional for you, robust such the calm in me,

Easy to put off notes in thugs harmony

Speak to his insecurity, acting so irresponsibly

And it's further impacted by the fact that you respond to me

See some of us know you as Jimmy barely old

He had the baby belly fro, nigga was frail up in his clothes

Barely got a hold and it's seeming very outta control

Wish we could go back and grab the blackberry with the scroll, oh

Yeah Aubrey that's the one we trusted

Not this new Aubrey with his stomach sculpted

I'm disgusted, you're such a fuckin' incumbent

Can't govern, trust in the public becoming a fucking puppet

It's bigger than rap battles, a word for the digital cash castle Don't let a glitch in the Mac crash you

Unrelaxed wearing political straps tackled

Now clash paths with dad, the original bad apple

I know where you at, shit I was there too

When shit was happening fast, word, I got scared too

Impossible feats, impossible to sleep

Making promises impossible to keep like

What am I afraid of?

This is supposed to be what dreams are made of

But people I don't have the time to hang with

Always look at me and say the same shit

They say you promised you would never change

Listen, alert the niggas that handle you

You fill up tour seats but you raw meat to the animals

Doggy to cannibal, morning coffee and sandal shoes

Can't get this energy off me, it isn't tangible

This shit is greater than me, Pitchfork and Fader agree

Complex I'm waiting to see, this between us, A and B

You on the cusp Rated G, film I ain't paying to see

I'm patiently waiting with please

Thought you would take it in, breathe

Blantently seein' his whole channel real A&E

Hard to sound empty inside and fill a vacancy

Get some advice, come over kick it and vibe

I'm here with hotels, strippers, Odell, all that shit that you like

We'll light some candles and some hookah

Hookers flickin' the lights

We'll play Aaliyah's greatest hits, you'll get all tickled inside

My nigga, It's no wonder you're losing all your friends

Poster child now for all that you had a wall against

And tell your mans I'll be seeing him soon

He marched you right into this madness I got reason to assume

I creep in his room, sweeper consumed

Now his region of doom ain't the legion of boom it's just me with a broom

Afterward I'm thinking we can resume a lesson in speaking too soon

How is it too late if I'm reading ya tomb

It's not, boys inordinate, ploys and ornaments

Show up at party next door with a noise ordinance

So off the hook of me, maybe y'all should be shook of me

Should know I'd kill him at even the slightest push of me

And when his team press up shirts, I'll help 'em push a tee, Should it read, he pressed buttons but wouldn't push a tee

Gotta be buggin', maybe he dunno where Pusha be

Or when Pusha push the agenda he isn't pushed to see

If pushed to the streets, I see wood in your physique

Thinking you misunderstood my hood, this isn't Meek nigga

This ain't a standard that you couldn't meet

Just from your views, you prolly couldn't see

That's cool, that kind of success you could never plan for it

Heard the question nigga, I'm a help you answer it

What am I afraid of?

This is supposed to be what dreams are made of

But people I don't have the time to hang with

Always look at me and say the same shit

They say you promised you would never change

What am I afraid of?

What am I afraid of?

What am I afraid of?

What am I afraid of?

What am I afraid of?

What am I afraid of?

What am I afraid of?

What am I afraid of?

What am I afraid of?

What am I afraid of?

What am I afraid of?

What am I afraid of?

What am I afraid of?

What am I afraid of?

What am I afraid of?

What am I?

Devil In My Room lyrics - Joe Budden (feat. Crooked I, Novel)

[Novel:]

Last night I heard a voice say

I've been gettin in my own way

I think I'm fallin off the deep end

So I haven't been sleepin

Last night I heard a voice in my head

He said it's an emergency

Said he had some words for me

[Joe Budden:]

Uhh, uhh

He said "Fuck the world!"

Or maybe he said it in jest

I told him that I already did multiple times

Truthfully I wasn't never impressed

But, to contradict that'll matter again

To the point where nothin matters again

More money, more problems, more cases, more lawyers involved

The more fame just means more paranoia involved

I done made friends, lost friends, same hour

Tried to use my troops as a means to gain power

Uhh, same tricks, same cowards

Why I be like FUCK any nigga that ain't ours

Never slippin, never threatened

I think they forgettin for a second non-fiction ain't a weapon

Thoughts could be hypnotic, nah, just neurotic

Called oft psychotic, floored by off logic

But I got this

[Chorus - Joe Budden:]

Last night I saw the devil sittin in my room

And we greeted with a smile; said that he'd been there for a while

Last night I heard the devil talkin in my head

He said it's an emergency, he said he had some words for me

He said

[Joe Budden:]

He said

He said one day your friends gon' be your demise

Said a few of 'em is me in disguise

Deceit in his eyes, said I like the teachin me wise

But the leeches I don't need in my life, please be advised

Real coy, listenin, still annoyed

Said these hoes fill a void, all hoes, you still a boy

Said you searchin, you don't know what to do

You thinkin you fuckin them when really they fuckin you

Look, said they see you on feats

Said you give the love to the ones that need it the least

But wait, you can't put me on trial for my errors

I learned, trial and error, the how I couldn't tell ya

You talkin to the realest, nah, just a realist

Nah, you just a nigga don't recognize what the real is

Thoughts could be hypnotic, thoughts get out of pocket

You'll be powerless, get lost, you try to stop it

I got this

[Chorus]

[Crooked I:]

He said, "What you doin this music for?

I got news for ya

If you don't sell your soul to me then you just gon' ruin your future bruh"

See I just cracked open this Goose

And I mixed that elixir with juice then I was introduced to Lucifer

In a dark room, his tongue sharp as a harpoon

We started discussin things

He told me about his minions and his underlings

Told me that he was Gepetto of the ghetto, had snake niggaz on his puppet strings

Taught him betrayal, and other schemes

He ain't new to this, he true to this

Said he been doin this since Jesus was crossed for thirty pieces of silver

And he sealed the deal with a Judas kiss

When Ceasar was stabbed in the back

He was the one who placed the knife in Brutus fist

Now he got his hands in our music biz

Told me to ignore the war and the poor

Aim my music more towards the whores and drug lords

And the fans are pourin through the doors

Sell out my tours, get awards galore

I told him I just wanted to be the modern-day Marvin Gaye

He said "You might wanna re-think that, cause I know where your father stay

I'll possess him to pick up the chrome

Pop you in your dome for tryin to tell the people (What's Going On) "

He said "That's where you're goin wrong

It's more demons than angels in this biz, you on your own

Wanna hit the big screen, switch your sixteens

Get some slim jeans, forget your big dreams or make your wrist gleam

Get your big cream, hope you're listening"

I just had to switch to his team, uh, it was tempting

The contract was in blood

He said "I know you sick of traffickin drugs

Sign it!" Nah, I got this

[Chorus]

[Novel:]

No no no no no nooo

Ohhhh, ohhhhh last night I heard

Said no no no no nooo

I think I'm fallin off the deep end

So I haven't been sleepin

Last night I heard

He said it's an emergency

Said he had some...

No nooooo no no no no

Yeah yeah

Last night I heard a voice say

I think I'm gettin in my own way

I think I'm fallin off the deep end

So I haven't been sleepin

Last night I thought I heard a voice in my head

He said it's an emergency

Said he had some words for me

I think the weed's startin to fuck with a nigga, ohh

I think the weed's startin to fuck with a nigga, no

I think the weed smoke's fuckin with a nigga, ohh

I think the weed start fuckin with a nigga, yeah

I think the weed's startin to fuck with a nigga

I think the weed is fuckin with a nigga

I think this last weed's fuckin with a nigga

This weed smoke's fuckin with a nigga

Don't You Wait (Freestyle) lyrics - Joe Budden

[Joe Budden:]

(Wait a minute!)

Look, I wish I could be closer

To the point I'm trying to keep composure

Wine glasses seated on the sofa

Seems our arguing never featured you sober

I storm out trying to concentrate with 30

Missed calls hard to contemplate

And so the, small things we just complicate

How you tarnish faith at this alarming rate?

Now we can't coexist, share common space

Either, we bail out or get the bond in place

And take it, to a time we was actin' right

When we would ignore calls, where its at tonight?

And your girls always say I ain't rap too tight

But we put soul to soul and got back to life

But now, it seems you couldn't love me less

I was cut me depressed, I was Cudi depressed

On the cusp of death, when you up and left

I was starving myself, didn't want to get dressed

If this is love, tell me why I'm under duress

Putting loud in the air to share some of the stress

When you famous, every break up come with the press

Question, do you wake up and wonder what's next?

When it comes to the sex am I one of the best

Like back when I would pull out cum on your breasts

But hold up...

Slow down, we was literally speedin'

The company I'd keep was misleading

Like, is she leaving? If he cheating?

Busy weekends spent with Niykee Heaton (look)

Baby this is real talk

My bitch asked if we still talk

But times passed and you doing you

Though I'm part of your past, I still ruined you

Code red, you in urgent danger

Gotta watch what you say they way words can taint ya

Drink away the pain, all the hurt and the anger

When you all too familiar with a perfect stranger (look)

But it's hard to stay family

When plan A is plan B

All you need is a break from insanity

How'd I expect you to wait, you can't stand me

[Solange:]

I gave it all away that night, it was taking a little time, oh

I gave it all I got but now you better know that I know for sure, oh

You made my bed, dealt with it when the lights went out

Now looking back for temporary nothings

But I bet on it, you'll all be here when the lights come out

Still looking for nothing

I gave it all I got to know now

I don't want no part of it no longer, no longer

Looked around this place enough to know now

I don't want to waste the time to know you, to know you

Don't you wait for me

Don't you wait for me

Don't you wait for me

Don't you wait for me

Now, I don't want to bite the hand that'll show me the other side, no

But I didn't want to build the land that has fed you your whole life, no

Don't you find it funny?

You made my bed, dealt with it when the lights went out

Now looking back for temporary nothings

But I bet on it, you'll all be here when the lights come out

Still looking for nothing

I gave it all I got to know now

I don't want no part of it no longer, no longer

Looked around this place enough to know now

I don't want to waste the time to know you, to know you

Don't you wait for me

Don't you wait for me

Don't you wait for me

Don't you wait for me

I don't wanna, wanna, wanna wait

I don't wanna, wanna, wanna wait

Don't you wait for me

Don't you wait for me

Don't you wait for me

Don't you wait for me

Freedom (Freestyle) lyrics - Joe Budden

[Diamond Reynolds:]

I can't really do shit cause they got me handcuffed

It's okay mommy

I can't believe they just did this, I'm fuckin'...

It's okay, I'm right here with you!

[Jesse Williams:]

Now, what we've been doing is looking at the data and we know that police somehow manage to deescalate, disarm and not kill white people everyday. So what's going to happen is we are going to have equal rights and justice in our own country or we will restructure their function and ours

[Joe Budden:]

Let's take a moment to stand and observe the Hell we live in

No matter how high the fire it never melts the system

Some can help but didn't, we fill up the jails and prisons

You don't believe that's a business, only yourself you're kiddin'

But now they killin' our people, it's all on television

Them cops went home to their people, turn on the television

I tell my son, careful what you learn on television

He 15, he don't know what I mean

Don't know about yet, doubt and suspect, out sets of controlled outlets

From those who don't wanna let us out yet

Land of the free, the home of the brave (nah)

Can't let us be, we've grown from slaves

It's there if you wanna read, I mean it's all on the page

Say it's police, I just know when it's race

Now it's just thrown in our face...

Maybe I'm lost, signs are vital to me

Sandra Bland didn't come off as suicidal to me

Y'all play around, thinkin' we on safe ground

They killed Tamir Rice and his rights, right on that playground

Eric was selling cigarettes, "I can't breathe, " it was said

The bigger threat he was a nigga, I bet, but listen

Last year I went to church with my Mother Fay

We sat behind Ms. Garner, and it was Mother's Day

She sat strong, inside I cried for her

My eyes tucking the water as I was hugging his daughter...

Philando Castillo told him he had a weapons permit

Was murdered moments after without a complexion permit

That's bloodshed with his daughter in the car

I'm only upset for our sons and daughters tomorrow

Question, how many cities we gotta march through?

Signs we gotta hold up, or are they tryna provoke us?

Cause when them 9s load up, and land mines blow up

And the crime don't slow up, they'll chime in and say they told us

Or is it only a crime when done by poor us

Food for thought, my mind don't run off of cold cuts

Raw and evident, Alton was offed, heaven sent

Recorded the negligence, they just ignore the evidence

And make it seem as if we in y'all way

Maybe our government is governed by the NRA

That would make a diseased Capitol, in need of capital

They even legalized weed for the Capitol

But be black, sell in the street, they get mad at you

Casually clap at you, it's Uncle Sam sayin' taxes due

Our epidemic systemic

Black Panther fist at Olympics they just condemn it, hold up

Said the Klan marched in Piedmont

Even worse, they were protected by police arms

In Baton Rouge its pictures of them in riot gear

It tells me they know it's plenty reason to riot there

Yet we just keep on praying all while we feeling it

Racism still alive, now they not concealing it

It's revamped, shackles are gone, now we get house slippers

And all us millionaires are the house niggas

Irony, the only ones naked are urban outfitters

White people seeing us murdered are even down with us

They sayin' let's make America great again

I'm curious, what time would you like to place us in?

Were we degraded then? Did they enslave us then?

Or is it ignorant of me to even say again?

If it's civil war, then what are we civil for?

It's this is freedom to y'all, you better get us some more

[Beyoncé:]

Freedom! Freedom! I can't move

Freedom, cut me loose!

Freedom! Freedom! Where are you?

Cause I need freedom too!

I break chains all by myself

Won't let my freedom rot in hell

Hey! I'm a keep running

Cause a winner don't quit on themselves

[Jesse Williams:]

And we're done watching and waiting while this invention called whiteness uses and abuses us, burying black people out of sight and out of mind while extracting our culture, our dollars, our entertainment like oil - black gold, ghettoizing and demeaning our creations then stealing them, gentrifying our genius and then trying us on like costumes before discarding our bodies like rinds of strange fruit

Freestyle lyrics - Joe Budden (feat. Styles P)

[Talking - Styles P:]

Real MC shit you know

Jedi's on deck pay attention

Fuck y'all niggas talkin' bout?

Lyrical last dragon, acid saliva

Guns are the bars yeah the casket provide it

You can ask a survior, you can ask a supplier

He's hot headed, he'll leave you as masses on fire

I'm the ghost rider that'll kill your ghost writer

Make him OD on heroin, he's a dope writer

If you had it written don't you tell me that you spittin'

I'm a say you bullshittin' and go suck a dick

And get a hand gun and stand there and take this ass whippin'

Yeah, I'm 41 but you ain't got to act dumb nigga

I ain't got a problem killing 41 young niggas

14 years ago I had 41 guns nigga

I was movin' work at like 41 slums nigga

Told my nigga Budden we don't always get along

But one things for sure, we can have a rap discussion

We know we got bars and these little niggas don't

Let's lock 'em up, just slaughter 'em, make it look disgusting

Cut from a cloth that God made

Waring in the devils' land when I want to war knockin' 'I Pray'

Could kill MC's for like 5 days

I'm talkin' Monday through Friday

Go and pick up then dump 'em on the highway

Yeah, you should know that the ghost here

Space ghost, kill 'em all, then say the coast clear (yeah)

[Joe Budden:]

A nigga vision is so clear

Even through the mystici, keep the pope near

Was big out in L.E.S., this ain't Joe clear

Gossip gets deaded as soon as it hits Joe's ear

So the venom is caged, I'm underpaid

I can only give 'em minimum rage

I came up when all they respected is violence

If you know, it's something to be said in my silence

Only time we vacate is when we left for the islands

Stash in the bathroom, police severed the tiling

Got football numbers when the squad was pinched

Well deserved, we put Eagles in the cars and went

Listen, the fame you can keep

Some niggas became sheep

But before I ever snitch, I refrain from speech

All I hear is niggas talkin' bout Game and Meek

I'm in the crib thinkin' this entire game is meek

This shit has changed Ghost

They lowered the understanding

Prisoner of my mind claustrophobic in my mansion

But you and 'Kiss told me we gon' make it

Say whatever you want about him he don't fake it

You rarely see me out, I don't be most places

In bars it's still shit that real G's hold sacred, yeah

That's probably why they adore me though

Lastly before we go, rest in peace Shawty Lo

Just Because lyrics - Joe Budden

You wonder why I stop and stare

I gotta admit it man

Every time you are near

I have a confession to make

Just because

I love you man

Just because

Sometimes love hurts

Just because

It's gonna hurt me more than it's gonna hurt you though

I love you

Look, listen, fuck is up with us? How we ain't agreeing?

Sensitive thugs need hugs, just the game we in

But if we ain't a team, I know what anger bring

Angled in any language you want it, mons ain't a ting

Is this a cry for help, show us the pain you in

What's in your cranium, fuck it let's put the flame to aim

Then they'll ask why I made him his most famous meme

I just tell 'em love makes you do the strangest things

They play at stadiums, I play at Stadium

Shame, shame in 'em, really what's there to gain for 'em

I see it weird though, fuck it we here though

Order my Bane mask all glass to let the beard show

Ain't been dark in a while, pardon my style

I mean, I think I hear my part in your style

I can attach different acts to different parts of your style

Yeah we let you act as if you had parts in your style, nah

That's retarded, it couldn't be any farther out

But really ain't shit about it that's hard to doubt

Ain't bothered 'bout it, you fathered your father's style

Which makes you a grandfather, a clock I highly doubt

You a hybrid, credited with the art of it now

Evolved with a style and re-dressed it in garments from now

So listen, that ain't my argument now

Just looking back through the years, begging me not to involve it 'til now

So this a pep talk, shouldn't be no awkwardness now

Sweet as the birds and bees from a father to a child

Look, I know sometimes you gotta father your child

Like hit the yard for a while

But be back before it's dark or pow-pow

Rage ritual with startling growl

Manufacturer of Coke, here go bars with a smile

The shots coming though, crew been at this bar for a while

The gun tucked, the snipe's out, you see us, cardigan down

Advance for the singing nigga and the margin is wild

Floetry, the same as Marsh' and them now

Too bad the martian is out

What song savin' him when we in bargin' in wild?

Singers lose, better go and check Debarge and 'em now

We heating up, you know the fire marshall in doubt

Iron and irony, I ain't spoke to Marshall in a while

He said "Budden get your stuff together

You busy ruffling feathers"

Bound to happen when you target an owl

Now we not enemies, he just gotta bar up now

I'm still on energy, let's see if he charged up now

And I'll be sure he's in the secret garden I found

With lions, tigers, bears, Tahiry, dolphins, wow

You wonder why

Bounce

You wonder why

Bounce

You wonder why

Bounce

Just because

Come on

Bounce with me now

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You wonder why

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Making A Murderer Pt. 1 lyrics - Joe Budden

[Joe Budden:]

I'm right here per your request, now you stuck in them shoes

No alliances with Meek, it's still fuck him too

Before we start, to the fans, I'm uncomfortable too

Stuck in the booth feelin' like y'all cause I got love for the dude

But now my phone blowin' up, they're like what I'm gonna do?

Show the world you shouldn't poke a man with nothin' to lose

All of this just because I wasn't in love with his Views

Whatever happened, I just know they got me fuckin' confused, hey

Mic check, mic check

One two, one two

Wait a minute!

Drake: I'm happy, I'm honored... I'm, I'm, I'm honored to be around you, man

Joe Budden: Yo c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon

Drake: Okay so I can't be honest on your network here? I can't be honest to your fans and say I'm honored to be around you?

Joe Budden: It ain't an honor to be around me!

Drake: We all used to listen to you so I don't even... you need to learn how to take compliments. Don't say that in vain, he's one of the best. You know that, right?

Other Person: What up? What up?

Drake: I said don't say it in vain, you know he's one of the best

Other Person: Nah it's all love

Joe Budden!

Look, enough of the sentimental crap

Cool if you into that

Fuck all of these subs, who they intended at?

I won't believe it's me without forensic facts

They don't normally mention Black when pennin' their raps

But then I listen back, I heard a pinch of sass

Tender ass Teddy come around, he gon' get pinned to grass

I come around with every inch of the mag

I'm a wordsmith forreal, you thought Quentin was bad

You made me proud, lad, but it seems my child mad

With all the clout that he grabbed, it's still doubts from his dad

Look, this ain't promotional, you just emotional

No doubt you got Starbucks, with all that Joe in you

I part his reign lightnin' fast, just what Joseph do

A black cloud all over the 6, check the overview

You're so indirect, shit wasn't real clear

Either Jimmy actin' or he really miss a wheelchair

What he don't know is we the most kindred of souls

I should've did this two Kendricks ago

He wanna sing? Well let's get into the show, hence my role

For Jodeci, Boyz II Men, we at the end of the road

I figure he's that close to his death to know the reaper

In fitted sweats with old sneakers, the flow ether

Gassed cause he KO'd Omeeka, no Joe's deeper

Quick to put extension on singer, that's Moesha

Nothin' 'bout Rick slick, but show of the Caesar

My crust from the same old pizza as Mona Lisa

So how you callin' out the lyrical God?

Your face light up when you see me, talkin' Miracle Watts

Cause your words ain't sayin' a thing

I kilogram without weighin' a thing

Nigga you baitin' a king

Tell you the way that Golden State say to it's team

Aubrey you gotta make a shot, you wanna play on the wing

[Andrea Martin:]

Dem a call me a murderer

I never duck, just spray

I'm a never miss mi aim

Dem a call me a murder

There's some truth in that saying

Dem a call me a murder

Nobody seen nothing, nobody seen nothing

What I see, ayy

[Joe Budden:]

Look here, I just spit the facts, raging aristocrat

Shooters heard them words, wanna get rid of that

When they roll up, bet dude won't wanna live his raps

He'll see the 6 upside down and wanna switch it back

Wrath of a God sinner

I'm too real, I bet your star's tender

I bet a mil', I'll bet a star tender

But since the OG's Hov, here's what I wanna know

If ain't no real niggas allowed the fuck would I wanna go?

That's thinkin' back to Jay, now let's get back to Drake

Both too big to respond to all I have to say

Still with all their success and all their accolades

The universe makes it so they come right back to me

Here's a reminder that we go way back

I mean um, you know for me the kid is practice, Hova

I make these words flip as if they practice yoga

Okay practice over, back to Blacklist, Hova

Nothin' personal, this Red Reddington

Shawn, I don't work for you, still I'm doin' the work for you

Payback, wire his jaw, reimbursin' you

Metal all behind his face, Sprite commercial you

Might have made a mistake out of this one

Can't Bell Biv Devoe your way out of this one, nah

So, warn your damn campaign that hammers rang

I just bought a New Edition, you can't stand the rain

Y'all say this soft nigga hard and that, I can't explain

Y'all think he's soul for real, I see candy rain

So Aubrey when you sub real MCs, you get murdered

And since you signed to five guys, makes you a burger

[Andrea Martin:]

Dem a call me a murderer

I never duck, just spray

I'm a never miss mi aim

Dem a call me a murder

Nobody seen nothing, nobody seen nothing

What I see, ayy

[Joe Budden:]

Real quick, I don't wanna talk too long. I think you misconstrued the boundaries of this relationship and this friendship. Which in return, has caused me to do the exact same thing. I don't understand how you niggas, and how you in particular, how you can fuck shorty and I dap you and say you a real nigga, and I critique your album and all of a sudden we sensitive. I don't understand how you new niggas work. Maybe I'm out of touch with the rules of today's society. I'm clearing all that. Now let me paint who I am before I allow another nigga to do it for me

I'm from the school of pussy don't get me punch drunk

Maybe it's different in the city you come from, look

I'm from the school of these hoes belong to everybody

No celeb exempt, goes for everybody

So when I seen you fucked shorty, not a bitter bone in me

I ain't think of how to handle the plan

Said I'm aware, have fun, understand that it's, fam

Told that to you and not her, that's just the man that I am

My nigga, kids got no respect

Odd cause you called me for the hoe check on every hoe you checked

That makes sense, bad bitches, that's what Joe do best

And I's the man 'round these parts when they ain't know you yet

Which kinda makes me your OG in Toronto

And I ain't charge once, that's for free in Toronto

I'm unsure how that came to be in Toronto

Nigga I don't even be in Toronto

When it rains it pours

All that means, dog, get please get a poncho

Subs fell short like a free throw from Rondo

So rude, he gay, so mean with all the Budden threats

As soon as we shoot at King, Demarcus Cousins' next

This shit is truly a movie

You started a trend bein' a groupie for groupies

Shit, I had Bria in the coupe and out her way

Before you ever wrote an interlude about her

So who you playin' with, clown

I'm first shift at the bars, so only means I already made them rounds

They say that he the best MC and best flow'er

He cook better than me but you love my leftovers

Fire the kill shot, the fire still hot

Word to your Versace velours that Kyra still got

You playin' chess with the chrome of the pump

Let it blast, checkered past, shoulda known from the jump

It's whatever you wanna roll, executives got your soul

Sedatives, I'm repetitive with those records, show for

Regular Joe, sellin' records was never the goal

I never sold records, I kept records of what was sold

Might have made a mistake out of this one

Day's long, can't Trey Songz your way out of this one

So don't worry yourself, and before I go

Fuck a record label, I appear courtesy of myself, Joe

Stay Schemin' (Freestyle) lyrics - Joe Budden

Used to strive to be a G but that caper was over wit’

When I wanted a M, this was all labeled appropriate

One I fronted for, one was heavy in the rear

Til I made that and realized that one was already there

Check it, they asking bout my well being, well I been fine

I just did some sets of 50 on the incline

I don’t do the games, but if I happen to be into one

Burner to his melon, just my version of temple run

They tell me I’m crazy, they say that Joe’s off

But I ain’t tryna rap wit new ideas using old thoughts

The whole premise of they argument is so forced

So what that say for you, if you concluded that wit’ no cause

That’s just some lil truth for you know-it-alls

Nigga I can roof a bowling ball

I make a mayor change his point of view

And won’t always show wit’ his face depends on who its pointed to

Now a bunch of groupie niggas want to join the crew

Models want to join the pool, it’s funny what some coins will do

My regular sex’ll be a porn to ya’ll

Its wierd since I never fucked none of my friends that’s porno stars

Wait… forgot about that night up in the fountain blue

Decapitate that other bar, head I wasn’t counted dude

When its normal for you, you ain’t gotta play to win

I’m more concerned with how Melo’s gonna play wit Lin

I took a break for a sec, I’m done chilling

Thought I lost my hunger, kind of had this numb feeling

Haters say I’m wack, paint me as that one villain

But I’ll be nice longer than they gon’ be unwilling nigga!

Now I’m only chasing bills hard

You won’t understand it ’til you face the right pill charge

Worry free cause my lawyer get it crunk

Told me I’d get time serve without ever hitting a bunk

I don't bother wit’ a glock

Or haven’t since I parted from the block

But if duke talking crazy then he’ll do it to a cartridge full of shots

Find his body in a river down in Austin won’t matter if his father is a doc

Nigga!! Feet dangling from a small stretcher

Convo interrupted by a small heckler

Cause the boy feel like rapping again

You heard a Clue tape you know its about to happen again

Joey…