hiphophooray123
Twisted firestarter
I'm stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream
Conscious, backpack, scratch that, same thing
I'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness
The red pill, blue pill, real or the Matrix
And I can't take this
If the game needs a new look, I'm between the tummy-tuck and the facelift
And everything I say in these pages
Is straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this
'Cause I'll be debatin', it's a bit outrageous
Like it's an ear virus, and the shits contagious
I'm downloadin' like, niggas actually play this
Maybe I'm buggin' out, maybe I'm on the spaceship
'Cause I was on my stay out, chill shit
The way Mouse kill shit, I'm here just to lay out real shit
Besides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin' rims
That shit got played out real quick
See some wrote him off, some said he was done
Made a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run
I don't enjoy bein' shunned, so I'm back as Neo
Fans enjoyed The One, annoint me, it's begun
I had the whole hood thinkin' he would never eat
Rappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet
I heard it if you said it
You wrote it online? Then I read it
Now I'll match it nigga, bet it
'Cause I remember clearly
Once Pump It Up stopped soarin', it's a few motherfuckers stopped callin'
See I remember shit spread like cancer
I would call folks except folks ain't answer
A few chicks fronted, started pullin' their pants up
A few stopped actin' like my private dancer
But a lightbulb hit once they start to neglect me
See there I was thinkin' I was all that sexy
Nah fuck that, 'cause I'm still sexy young and fly, nahmean, ya heard?
Look here, can't be finished
What nigga, I beg your par', I just let niggas get a head start
I'll walk to the finish, y'all sprint, I'll chase
Nah sprint, I'll pace, and I'll still win the race
See I'm joggin', others niggas legs start wobblin'
When opportunity'll start knockin'
You got the crown, pass off like Stockton
It's time to work, I'm officially clocked in
He is a problem, weavin' and bobbin'
Through the speculation that his label tried to drop him
I can't leave even though it's big options
Kev' only signed me to keep the shit rockin'
Don't ask me how I'm doin', I been better
Stuck in cold February with a thin sweater
I'm far from a Yes Man, I'm a trendsetter
It's no games, it's just a Def Jam Vendetta
Don't put niggas in the same sink as me
I mean metaphors, story lines, deep shit
Club shit, girl shit, World shit
They don't use the ink like me
Niggas don't even think like me
Who sees what I'm watchin', he ain't poppin'
Don't deserve to drink water from the tub that I wash in
Start again, it's a priviledge to breathe the same air that I farted in
The want no parts with him
I dare niggas categorize me
If my name's on the mixtape, they capitalize me
I been stop goin' to mixtape awards
Don't need them to tell me "The mixtapes is yours"
Nah, I had other ideas while gettin' loot
I'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped the suit
I'm thinkin' Grammy's, sunglasses on with my On Top family
And a bad bitch handy
He stayed at the W and felt like heaven
I'm at an actress's house that felt like neckin'
R&B on, looked and felt like Meagan
Gave me headache 'til I felt like an Excedrin
Talked very fly, at least until I bought every pie
Me bein' war ready's in my eyes
And these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx
Tryin' to sound like somebody that already died
The kid keep a snub with him, good pair of gloves with him
Your first week ain't right, they can't fuck with him
Now if you don't sell 5 mill, they had enough of him
Let me find out Hip Hop's turnin' Republican
I'll sum it up to what he is about
Still new to most, they still feelin' him out
Thinks was type bland, Joey seasoned 'em out
I'm the nicest dude out since Reasonable Doubt
Say it ain't so, rest in peace Luther
It's some other niggas gay on the low
So live, who can see him, no guy
I'm the Mets, was supposed to be ill in '05
As ill as the flow gets, need a pill, a dosage
So if you can't tell I'm prepared for '06
About to OD, anybody that know me
Can tell you, I'm about to make it feel like it's '03
More like '99, no names should be mentioned with mine
Unless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime
Maybe '96 Jay before Dame was throwin' money around
Or 2Pac without Humpty around
Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in a song
Cam'Ron during Children of the Corn
Beans before the cops came through and tried to grill him
I'm talkin' '95 Big L before they killed him
Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the jail shit
Canibus no album out, before the L shit
Talkin' about Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' with coke
Or Cuban Linx - Raekwon and Ghost
I do it all, who blended so well in the game
Talkin' Fab back when he was still spellin' his name
On my diddy shit, Memphis, Grizzly shit
Like back in the day when Clue swipped all of Biggie's shit
Rappers don't need trouble with I
Unless it's Ras Kass before the D-W-I
Or Talib and Mos, Common before Be
If they any less common don't put 'em before me
See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet
Joe stop it, skills'll speak for you, don't pop shit
Fuck jail, I'm on my payroll, cop shit
I call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit
All black lookin' grimey in the crowd
Heat on him, no sir, don't try me when I'm out
I tote somethin' tiny that'll blow
Ain't gotta see Paul Wall if you want somethin' shiny in your mouth
I probably fool cats 'cause I don't ride out in some big car
In the streets like I ain't some big star
And these young motherfuckers is about to fuck up
Like leavin' their whole career in some bitch car
No name, but it's no sublime
Nigga you know who you are, I'll end 'fore it goes too far
Your buzz still buck, you a liar money
I'm still spendin' Pump It Up, Fire money
Glock for hire money, don't try to mum me
Call ASCAP, be a mime for money
Please, what's wrong with him
Somethin' ain't the norm with him
Ain't too many dudes out there out performin' him
Nah, some acquire these skills, I was born with 'em
Streets askin' what's takin' so long with him
Jumpoff, I'm the best to happen
He's the answer to "Who's got next at rappin'?"
And I suggest you ask him
If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and the napkin
New dudes is wack, some vets is has-beens
Some was Top 20 'til I crept right past them
It's a wrap, Joey sealin' it nigga
Cold out, long johns, still dealin' it nigga
Still peelin' it nigga
And if I only hit him two times, just know it was the Dillinger, nigga
It's the yac music, don't know how to act music
Gettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out Crack Music
Cars yac music, got what they lack, music
Send me little man, get rid of the pack, music
That I'm Back music, that click-clack music
That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music
Now who said the fuckin' with me
They just said that, fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it
:wow:
joe budden - dumb out
Conscious, backpack, scratch that, same thing
I'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness
The red pill, blue pill, real or the Matrix
And I can't take this
If the game needs a new look, I'm between the tummy-tuck and the facelift
And everything I say in these pages
Is straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this
'Cause I'll be debatin', it's a bit outrageous
Like it's an ear virus, and the shits contagious
I'm downloadin' like, niggas actually play this
Maybe I'm buggin' out, maybe I'm on the spaceship
'Cause I was on my stay out, chill shit
The way Mouse kill shit, I'm here just to lay out real shit
Besides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin' rims
That shit got played out real quick
See some wrote him off, some said he was done
Made a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run
I don't enjoy bein' shunned, so I'm back as Neo
Fans enjoyed The One, annoint me, it's begun
I had the whole hood thinkin' he would never eat
Rappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet
I heard it if you said it
You wrote it online? Then I read it
Now I'll match it nigga, bet it
'Cause I remember clearly
Once Pump It Up stopped soarin', it's a few motherfuckers stopped callin'
See I remember shit spread like cancer
I would call folks except folks ain't answer
A few chicks fronted, started pullin' their pants up
A few stopped actin' like my private dancer
But a lightbulb hit once they start to neglect me
See there I was thinkin' I was all that sexy
Nah fuck that, 'cause I'm still sexy young and fly, nahmean, ya heard?
Look here, can't be finished
What nigga, I beg your par', I just let niggas get a head start
I'll walk to the finish, y'all sprint, I'll chase
Nah sprint, I'll pace, and I'll still win the race
See I'm joggin', others niggas legs start wobblin'
When opportunity'll start knockin'
You got the crown, pass off like Stockton
It's time to work, I'm officially clocked in
He is a problem, weavin' and bobbin'
Through the speculation that his label tried to drop him
I can't leave even though it's big options
Kev' only signed me to keep the shit rockin'
Don't ask me how I'm doin', I been better
Stuck in cold February with a thin sweater
I'm far from a Yes Man, I'm a trendsetter
It's no games, it's just a Def Jam Vendetta
Don't put niggas in the same sink as me
I mean metaphors, story lines, deep shit
Club shit, girl shit, World shit
They don't use the ink like me
Niggas don't even think like me
Who sees what I'm watchin', he ain't poppin'
Don't deserve to drink water from the tub that I wash in
Start again, it's a priviledge to breathe the same air that I farted in
The want no parts with him
I dare niggas categorize me
If my name's on the mixtape, they capitalize me
I been stop goin' to mixtape awards
Don't need them to tell me "The mixtapes is yours"
Nah, I had other ideas while gettin' loot
I'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped the suit
I'm thinkin' Grammy's, sunglasses on with my On Top family
And a bad bitch handy
He stayed at the W and felt like heaven
I'm at an actress's house that felt like neckin'
R&B on, looked and felt like Meagan
Gave me headache 'til I felt like an Excedrin
Talked very fly, at least until I bought every pie
Me bein' war ready's in my eyes
And these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx
Tryin' to sound like somebody that already died
The kid keep a snub with him, good pair of gloves with him
Your first week ain't right, they can't fuck with him
Now if you don't sell 5 mill, they had enough of him
Let me find out Hip Hop's turnin' Republican
I'll sum it up to what he is about
Still new to most, they still feelin' him out
Thinks was type bland, Joey seasoned 'em out
I'm the nicest dude out since Reasonable Doubt
Say it ain't so, rest in peace Luther
It's some other niggas gay on the low
So live, who can see him, no guy
I'm the Mets, was supposed to be ill in '05
As ill as the flow gets, need a pill, a dosage
So if you can't tell I'm prepared for '06
About to OD, anybody that know me
Can tell you, I'm about to make it feel like it's '03
More like '99, no names should be mentioned with mine
Unless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime
Maybe '96 Jay before Dame was throwin' money around
Or 2Pac without Humpty around
Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in a song
Cam'Ron during Children of the Corn
Beans before the cops came through and tried to grill him
I'm talkin' '95 Big L before they killed him
Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the jail shit
Canibus no album out, before the L shit
Talkin' about Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' with coke
Or Cuban Linx - Raekwon and Ghost
I do it all, who blended so well in the game
Talkin' Fab back when he was still spellin' his name
On my diddy shit, Memphis, Grizzly shit
Like back in the day when Clue swipped all of Biggie's shit
Rappers don't need trouble with I
Unless it's Ras Kass before the D-W-I
Or Talib and Mos, Common before Be
If they any less common don't put 'em before me
See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet
Joe stop it, skills'll speak for you, don't pop shit
Fuck jail, I'm on my payroll, cop shit
I call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit
All black lookin' grimey in the crowd
Heat on him, no sir, don't try me when I'm out
I tote somethin' tiny that'll blow
Ain't gotta see Paul Wall if you want somethin' shiny in your mouth
I probably fool cats 'cause I don't ride out in some big car
In the streets like I ain't some big star
And these young motherfuckers is about to fuck up
Like leavin' their whole career in some bitch car
No name, but it's no sublime
Nigga you know who you are, I'll end 'fore it goes too far
Your buzz still buck, you a liar money
I'm still spendin' Pump It Up, Fire money
Glock for hire money, don't try to mum me
Call ASCAP, be a mime for money
Please, what's wrong with him
Somethin' ain't the norm with him
Ain't too many dudes out there out performin' him
Nah, some acquire these skills, I was born with 'em
Streets askin' what's takin' so long with him
Jumpoff, I'm the best to happen
He's the answer to "Who's got next at rappin'?"
And I suggest you ask him
If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and the napkin
New dudes is wack, some vets is has-beens
Some was Top 20 'til I crept right past them
It's a wrap, Joey sealin' it nigga
Cold out, long johns, still dealin' it nigga
Still peelin' it nigga
And if I only hit him two times, just know it was the Dillinger, nigga
It's the yac music, don't know how to act music
Gettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out Crack Music
Cars yac music, got what they lack, music
Send me little man, get rid of the pack, music
That I'm Back music, that click-clack music
That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music
Now who said the fuckin' with me
They just said that, fuckin' with me, they didn't mean it
:wow:
joe budden - dumb out
