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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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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…

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