Inception

Joe Budden

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    The bars show you mad struggle
    Along with detailed scriptures of my past trouble
    That's why they try to keep me quiet with a bad muzzle
    Can't take the same leaps and bounds as me
    When they lack the hustle and the calf muscle
    Words from a legend speaking from the heart
    Said, if you going to war, weaponry is a start
    Do your dirt all by your lonely, let it be in the dark
    You givin birds bread then let it be in the park, Joey
    Tip me wrong, mini mall when the semi's warm
    Bout my bread, so I spot it if a penny's gone
    And I'll bet, learned that from the nets
    If you tryna be a Billionaire get rid of any Thorn
    Cause you'll get f-cked if they shoot you, emptied on
    It's just they way of making a mini porn
    I watch my haters get sick
    If it's that hard living in my shadow
    Get off my silhouette's d-ck
    Tailor made suits, double breast fit
    Set trip, get your name on the next clip
    Sometimes before you can add you gotta minus
    Some of y'all don't get the math or the science
    It means I'm aiming for wealth
    Some say sky's the limit I say you're short changing yourself
    so uh ha, uh ha, y'all aint the same as me, I get bread
    You lose Jackson's, Jermaine Dupri
    BS about Joe, refrain it please
    You'll just untame a beast, he just became unleashed
    All who defend are deceased, so the topic should pass
    An assembly line would show em I"m not in they class
    Had some alright jams, them fans came and left
    And you ain't know they was one night stands
    Let em testify, witness's, hearin is indicative
    N-ggas is sick of it, let it go, and get a grip

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    I think I'm Sug' Ray, Ali
    Joe Fraiz' who the f-ck gon stop me
    He think he Holyfield, Iron Mike
    Fo' fifth let em feel what the iron like
    I think I'm Mayweather, Pacquiao
    Screamin money ain't a thing pullin stacks out
    I think I'm Cotto, Shane Mosley
    Slow death to anyone who oppose me

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    (Verse 2)
    Sun I'm a always shine, yellow
    Think I'm about to get up on that? HELL NO
    Long as shorty keep my tip hard, shell toe
    Certain I'm a stick to the script, velcro

    Ringers?, fakers, thinker, faders, prosper
    Without being linked to the majors
    My only response is the finger to haters
    Watch it get ugly, Mbenga, Lakers
    so when they ask how I feel about hip hop
    I sighed and replied take a lucky guess
    Just being sincere, I ain't talking pioneer's
    When I tell dudes I don't think the Dougie's fresh
    Used to roll through the trenches, slept on cold benches
    Holds on my expenses, smoke till I was senseless
    Now the flow's so relentless
    F-ck CD's it should be sold in syringes
    I can't explain it they love the sound
    Subtle with the pound, you don't want trouble clown
    If I'm at the bar ordering a couple rounds
    I'm in between 2 birds like a double down
    Where I'm from they cock and shoot
    Like it's all logical, send a lot of work to them hospitals
    Dress the AK up before they pop at you
    Handgun's, night scope, call it the Chopper suit
    So if you tired of all the wack dudes, call me in
    Rap historian, slash my class's Valedictorian
    Your future's at a stand still
    Must be a flat on that Delorean
    I tried tellin them conceded the deals closed
    They disagree they believe that they real close
    Tough guys turn talk show like Steve Wilko's
    Scream f-ck em eat dildos with each pill dose
    All the rap dudes they got highly regarded
    Tell me they psyche might be slightly retarded
    Nowadays before the shows I buy me a cartridge
    Those them phony ass dudes they like me to start with
    Peepin how the vets wanna stop me
    Money where your mouth is Ted DiBiase
    And he won't be able to reach for a biscuit
    With O's on his head like a B-more fitted
    Black hoody and black tux
    Tearin stacks up, with a model and her rack tough
    Gettin my Extreme Makeover on
    Knock that bitch down and build her back up
    Think twice before you act up
    Around flames, wrong time to be gassed up
    You never heard blowing smoke from a grass hut
    9 times out of 10 it'll be your last puff

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