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bout' nigga scram
Nigga hollin' on the ground Might catch her up and then I face him

Two grinds and wrote this album Baby Joe, make him eat his maker

even if I died last I’d be survived by nothing but class

They knew my vision was the future From way back in da past I left them to laugh and hate while

How You Want It

Big Mike

Hard to Hit

1999

break up the pieces and does the best decide
Hit ya with that pesticide
I keep ya man, ya milli' - legacy loaded by my side
I'm killin' these wise guys

to get back at me
But until then I ain't finna change shit, cause see
If it ain't broke, don't fix it
I ain't like these bitches who make albums that sound

to evacuate)
It's Amicella
I did what they said that I couldn't  
I'm stirring the pot I'm not cooking 
They coming like two by two, bars hit like a four by

counting dollars can't tell you what not to do my dog
They're famous and popular smile for the camera Hollywood holly rules frauds
Millions of albums sold

In 81 a man said said that we would get it

No one talked, no one warned, all their writing was asemic

2012 we got hit by a bat

And now the world’s

throwin a shot back
Yours is on a joint, mine's whistlin by your top hat
Yeah I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back
Open the mac's mouth and black out

ruin a fling, muhfuckas
Removing my dreams by all means my life ain’t keen
You the type to take pics dressed ya as a fiend
I bump fiend first album track

That the dream isn't kids and a wife
It's finding out
Who you really are
What you love
Who you love
Whatchu want
Whatchu need
Where you wanna go
And all

get the bag
Trust I'm vacum sealing it
Fuck who feeling it
I play the hand I'm delt 
Fuck who dealing it
I'm so on right now
They couldn't push me off

mind the way I'm chillin off the yacht in Brazil
I'm quick to throw a couple bills just to buy a few thrill
I'll spend a check any hoe who swallow me

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

The Ugly Truth

Louis Logic

Sin-A-Matic

of someone's money who pays tax and has a life
While these black bitches stomachs stay fat with parasites
And they have to have a pipe to relax on average

And they all mine shiny things the same
Your cell phone screen is lain
With choice minerals of today contained
Mined by people whos tribes were slain

Is music the most powerful way in which we express our personalities
Does our musical taste say more about who we really are
than the clothes we wear

I am the hope of the universe
I am the answer to all living things who cry out for peace
I am protector of the innocent
I am the light in

the speakers
I’m eager to become a leader that’s deeper gotta move meter by meter
To become a teacher that preaches to the weaker and the meeker 
Transform into

come
They deny its whatever
But nigga tell me
Who'd do better

I go harder them most
Of your favorite Rapper
Current Rapper
Hardest Rapper
Coolest Rapper

Off my 9, off my roll
Have a toast
Off of 9, by the hour off payroll
Off the wage, on the wave
How it goes
Stream sales don't mean nothing
But a post

of albums sold, where does their money go? They ain’t got not a clue at all. I don’t go by the rules, I got a job to do. I ain’t got shit to prove, y’all let

mother fuckers talk so much
And I don't even know who the fuck you are so clearly
All you are is some jealous prick 'cause my music's better than your is

Hiatus

Joe Budden

Mood Muzik, Vol. 3: The Album

2008

But still shorty wild
Turned on by forty cals
Was young never saw me wild, clutch Robert Horry style
No wonder why I picked up triggers to beef
I

beat was produced by Rob the Vikang

I crept up from above and took you out
Look its a new sheriff in town
Hope you know that you are going down
Bang